One of the downsides to reading Indigenous and Caribbean literature (two different courses, for the record) is that a lot of the reading is super depressing.
And don’t get me wrong. I understand the need for honest, no-holds-barred writing about this stuff. Too many people still wallow in the belief that ye olde tymes were somehow “better” for everyone and that intergenerational trauma is a recent thing.
I don’t even know where to start with that one, but some people seem to think it.
Anyway, the result is that the 4 readings I had this week are soul-crushingly sad. And as one of my classmates pointed out today, very few people seem to enjoy sad works.
I definitely do not. As stated, I get the necessity, but I don’t enjoy them. They are necessary but not fun! And I like fun writing.
Ah well. I guess a little rain has to fall into every life.
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!