My favourite part of Zami: A New Spelling of My Name was right at the beginning. I read most of the book in one afternoon, which was an intense way to do things – just because there’s so much. So much to think about, so many questions to ask yourself, so much that we follow Audre Lorde through – so many years.
It speaks for itself, so there’s nothing to say. I was discussing it with someone the other day and trying to articulate why it had stayed with me but I found I couldn’t.