7.10.2026

A newer edit of this review can be found on my Substack 

Library of Brothel by Anakana Schofield: Please come in


I used to come upon Anakana at my old place of work, she always had found an interesting book I had never seen before in her hand, and we would chat and commiserate and bond over books and the treachery and oppression of capitalism and the wonder and beauty of words and books and nature: a normal beautiful kinship. Throughout this time my workplace had been gradually crumbling around me and I was clinging to it and resistant to its demise, until on July 1st of last year my grasp was loosened for me and I was forcefully evicted, with a thoughtful 8 week (“wrap-it-up”) waiting period,. 


I didn’t know what Library of Brothel was about when I heard about it, but I had read and loved Malarky, Martin John and Bina, not in the order they were written, but in my favourite way for interconnected books: as they found me. 


I was unprepared for Library of Brothel in the best way possible. It surprised and delighted me! It made expel a high musical laugh alone in my home many times. The wordssmithing so clever and odd, and the rooms! The rooms aka the people! I loved them all, even the annoyingly odd ones that all the other rooms shunned, like Forgotten Poets Called John Room. #Bless.


Of course, I connected deeply with the dysfunction of the Library and its Rooms and the extreme silliness of it’s Noble Leader. I was hooked immediately.


Mostly, as I was reading (slowly, like navigating an unfamiliar building), I was wondering which Room I am. Of course everyone wants to be Scrabble Room aka Scrabble Woman, don’t they? She is the hero. But I also am Anti-protein Powder but Pro-smoothie Room and NYT Word Games First Thing Room*. I am making a list.


The book is divided like a building into its rooms but also into cantos explaining the narrative. It’s musical writing. Opera, Tragedy, Comedy, Satire, Allegory; with the Rooms as the chorus. I’m not smart enough to dissect it all on my first read but it’s wonderful to peel back the layers. 


It’s about people and connection and capitalism and destruction and violence and work culture and the right to work and lovely old buildings and the housing crisis in Vancouver and sex and poverty and love and sadness. And more! No really, if I could make this into some sort of click bait and sell you the book by having you click here, I would.


In this weird and shocking time of anti-intellectualism, I love to read hard to try and counter the vibe and Anakana’s work helps me do that by letting me get a little glimpse of what is inside her wonderful brain. I love to see it.


πŸ‘“πŸ‘“πŸ‘“πŸ‘“πŸ‘“ outta sight


4.14.2026

Micro Review: Endling by Maria Reva

  

Endling by Maria Reva

Transformative. Riveting. Absurdities of war, Complexities of relationships, Reinvention of narrative.  

Reading glasses rating of of 5: πŸ‘“πŸ‘“πŸ‘“πŸ‘“πŸ‘“

3.16.2026

Call Me Ishmaelle: maybe not what you think


A newer edit of this review can be found on my Substack.



I’m going to get into it.


As soon as this book was available, I bought a copy to read. I am a faithless reader and don’t give a damn about purist sensibilities about classics remaining untouched in their wordy perfection. Give me a retelling! Say it in a different way! If you love Moby Dick so much, why don’t you marry it!


Am I being too childish, dear reader? Maybe, but it kind of infuriated me to read the notes of several Substacks that just trashed this book. Like, what is the problem here? Writers are always picking apart and retelling, sometimes they don’t even know they are doing it! But also some of the comments seemed a little bit terfy and quite sexist in their complaints and just against the idea in general or just plain bitchy (you can decide: I’m talking about here and here and here


I mean, everyone has their preferences in books. That’s cool. That’s what Freedom to Read is all about! But I guess it’s all the disdain that irks me.


I’m more on this side


credit to @thirtyaf and @EdGoreyFanClub
                    



Not Moby Dick


To me Call Me Ishmaelle is a book that could be a gateway for younger, less lit obsessed, folks who actually might never pick up Moby Dick, and even if they do, like myself, might never finish it. The difference is that I will eventually try again, maybe sooner than later, but those newer readers might not. OR they might because they read Call Me Ishmaelle. 


The gender fluidity of the character Ishmaelle, the deep connection to nature, the bleak violence of the world around them, all could appeal strongly to younger generations. AND it’s extremely easy to read. Strangely page turning, masterful storytelling.


Even the NYT review (behind a paywall here) referenced by most of the initial negative reactions, is not scathing. William Giraldi at first talks about Guo’s “artistic audacity” (yawn) but then, more importantly the actual writing: the lack of throughline with the character naming (why Pound, Seneca, Hawthorne and Moses?) and what he describes as “clichΓ©s” in the language and “allegorical instruments” : the whale and Captain Seneca become overt symbols of black slavery and the white oppressor. 


But it still didn’t bother me as a reader because I wasn’t expecting it to be this: 


“Herman Melville’s American prose monument “Moby-Dick,” absolutely alone in its capacious grasp of the American Sublime” (Giraldi). 

It can’t be that. That already exists. 


To me, Xiaolu Guo is reconstructing a tale that yes, uses, Melville’s masterpiece as a framework, but is rebuilding it as a coming of age fable (not, as some people are calling it, a “feminist retelling” more on that later) - yes an allegory, yes a clear one, but as a kind of beacon for young people. Like, “Yeah we know we are old and annoying and ruined everything throughout history but: we see you.”


Feeling ‘seen’


Throughout the story, Ishmaelle is hiding herself, or is she being her true self? She is constantly unsure. When she meets Kauri and he sees her she believes, as she really is, she feels safe and loved. She feels seen. After the gender reveal, Dr. Hawthorne admits he suspected she was a women and praises her talents as a healer and she feels he finally truly understand her as a women. When she meets the local woman and her children in the village when they are in port and the woman gives her the first fruit she seen and eaten in months and months, the woman just has to look at her and smile for Ishmaelle to feel a woman-to-woman warmth and bond. But when Ishmaelle is on the ship working alongside the men, she feels, despite her lack of experience, a strength and capability inside her that she never felt before - but never quite a safe. These instances explore her gender fluidity but they also show Ishmaelle’s struggle to find herself, like any young person does as they crossover to adulthood and try to find themselves. 


Showing the violence is awful but important


The sexual violence she experiences at the hand of Mr. _____ could also be seen as a trope but this novel would not have been complete without it. If Ishmaelle is herself symbolic of young women and youth today (and frankly, in any era, including I am sure the 1800s) then of course she experienced sexual violence. It was brutal, but rang true. 


Back to the feminism 


The reason I hesitate to call this a feminist retelling is partly because of the mimicking of Melville’s structure which, to me, is not at all feminine. Ishmaelle is pretending to be a man and, this imitation is hidden even in the structure itself: short chapters, linear timeline etc. Interestingly, Captain Seneca’s stream-of-consciousness chapters feel - very loosely - more feminine to me. He is letting himself be guided in his thoughts by his instinct towards the natural world (the whale). But because Seneca’s instincts are driven by revenge and are largely incoherent, it does not quite read “right in the head”.  I do think feminism is a theme here especially as the book progresses but I still think this is more a coming-of-age tale immersed in archetypes and folklore.


Ishmaelle’s connection to the mystical universe and the divine feminine was my favourite part of this book. Her natural ability to heal, her dreamscapes and her curiosity towards Minzu’s readings of the I Ching really uplifted her as a compelling heroine


It’s ok if you don’t like the idea of this book, you don’t have to read it! But I did, and I liked it.


My 22 year-old son just stole my copy. 


πŸ‘“πŸ‘“πŸ‘“ and a half reading glasses