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for me SARA MARCUS' unflinching examination of the RIOT GRRRL movement of the early 1990s in GIRLS TO THE FRONT: THE TRUE STORY OF THE RIOT GRRRL REVOLUTION (HARPER COLLINS, 2010) was a challenging read.
i think part of that was the nature of the movement itself, which despite being started by a small cluster of artists and musicians in OLYMPIA and franchised out to WASHINGTON DC and various towns and cities beyond thereafter, was essentially not centralized. this meant there was no clear voice by design. it was meant to be a localized support network for women to bond over their trauma and abuse and re-channel such pain into political and creative efforts that were, again, local in scope. MARCUS gives a direct overview of the career trajectories of the major bands within the scene, namely BIKINI KILL, BRATMOBILE, HEAVENS TO BETSY and HUGGY BEAR, but only as a means of contextualizing how the brand was dispersed and ultimately transformed by those thousands of girls across the UNITED STATES that got the message. and that friction is the crux of this book to me.
what started out as a personal communal idea of a connected supportive sisterhood in the face of a culture that diminished and infantilized their role in society and objectified their physical being was commendable beyond reproach. where it all broke down, as is a familiar narrative with second-wave feminism in general, was along lines of identity, specifically race. this was pre-INTERSECTIONAL FEMINISM, which essentially expanded the idea of womanhood beyond that of the white, educated, largely middle-class demographic and expanded along lines of race, education and class. and much of the conflict of this book was internal with coastal acolytes not checking their own privilege at the door. but learning is difficult even when participating in a revolution.
so basically this book is complicated because the ideas they were confronting were complicated. during this period women were in danger of losing their constitutional right to control their own bodies and were the subject of harassment and increasingly elevated levels of rape and sexual abuse as teens (1 in 4 is what the book states). so to fault their efforts as imperfect or pedantic in nature is not the point.
the point is they forced a conversation in popular culture that we are still having to this day and in essence, for bands today, male or female to do benefits or be outwardly vocal about their views against ABUSE AGAINST WOMEN should be accredited to their advocacy.
as a guy reading this book i was constantly wondering what room their strident worldview had for male allies of the cause. such was never really addressed in the book but this is fine, not a criticism. the movement can almost be described as a primal scream against male oppression and the corporate machine that marginalizes women and markets them with messages meant to minimize them down to the physical presentation.
for me i found this book to be rewarding in that it presented the worldview of this movement which still has value to this day in the work of artists and bands addressing these issues with full confidence thanks to the fearless RIOT GRRRLS and their transformation of the consciousness within the stateside PUNK ROCK and INDIE ROCK scenes nationwide.
its the type of book i will be revisiting and thinking about long after this review is published. in essence any movement, much like in MONTY PYTON's comedy LIFE OF BRIAN is subject to the whims of its adherents re-contextualizing idea and ritual into new traditions that may not square with the original intent. its like a game of telephone and the RIOT GRRRL movement was no different.
insightful read. highly recommended.
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i just want to get it out of the way that i found SLEATER-KINNEY guitartist/co-vocalist CARRIE BROWNSTEIN's memoir HUNGER MAKES ME A MODERN GIRL (RIVERHEAD BOOKS, 2016) jarring and difficult to follow. as a former english teacher im pretty accustomed to student writing that attempts to cover up a lack ideas with cumbersome structures and awkward word choices. this memoir is full of them and i can't figure out why?
it was meandering to the point of confusion. my feeling is that a reader of an book dedicated to an artist is hoping to appreciate any number of aspects, any of which are good fodder for a memoir. these could include insights on the artist's biography, creative process, context(s), breakthroughs, downfalls, influences, etc. BROWNSTEIN seemed determined to not placate to any of these tropes of the memoir format. she would seemingly take you on a long aside that dithered and wandered nowhere.
it was very frustrating as i was constantly questioning what her point was and why i was reading this. and then there was her writing style which was overly and ornamental to the point of being annoying. if she was attempting to show-off her cleverness, she failed miserably.
i was able to gleen some information about the formation of SLEATER-KINNEY and how BROWNSTEIN's complicated upbringing informed her relationships with peers and collaborators, but ultimately BROWNSTEIN puts herself center stage which is an odd choice in a memoir. my understanding is that what makes portrait photography and memoirs compelling is not the subject necessarily, but rather the context surrounding the subject. how have outside forces affected an artist's process? what are the internal/external dynamics that contributed to the making of a piece of art? in this memoir things just happen and seemingly she brought it about. came off a bit narcisstic, almost like reading THE DIRT (HARPERCOLLINS, 2001) by MÖTLEY CRÜE, where each of them fight over narritive control by asserting their greatness at the expense of all other band members. same thing with BROWNSTEIN.
i was really interested in knowing about their politics which never really came up. for me personally this is odd because i saw them play ROSELAND BALLROOM on February 15, 2003 right after participating in the anti-war protests that day in manhattan. they seemed very much enthused by that palpable energy and voiced their displeasure in GEORGE W BUSH's policies and proceeded to play a killer set. maybe my perception of them was off, given that so few pages addressed any political concerns. instead all of her concerns are rather insular tropes of the misunderstood traveling musician, which is beyond boring to read.
a very frustrating read. i love the band and i highly recommend listening to their records. i'd just say wait until CORIN TUCKER decides to get around to writing her story. this book is a hard pass.