Everything I Never Wanted to Know
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- $19.99
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- $19.99
Publisher Description
“A dauntless and harrowing indictment of patriarchal violence.” —Publishers Weekly
In Everything I Never Wanted to Know, Christine Hume confronts the stigma and vulnerability of women’s bodies in the US. She explores bodily autonomy and sexual assault alongside the National Sex Offender Registry in order to invoke not solutions but a willingness to complicate our ideas of justice and defend every human’s right to be treated like a member of the community. Feminist autobiography threads into historical narrative and cultural criticism about the Victorian-era Frozen Charlotte doll; the Nylon Riots of the 1940s; the movie Halloween; Larry Nassar, who practiced in Hume’s home state of Michigan; and other material. In these reflections on sexuality, gender, criminality, and violence, Hume asks readers to reconsider what we have collectively normalized and how we are each complicit, writing through the darkness of what we don’t want to see, what we’d rather not believe, and what some of us have long tried to forget.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Hume (Saturation Project), an English professor at Eastern Michigan University, delivers unflinching reflections on the discrediting of and sexual violence against women. Her winding meditations weave personal anecdotes into broader social narratives, as in the essay, "Question Like a Face," in which she recounts moving into a new house the same week a stranger raped her neighbor and muses about the stickers posted around town depicting a woman who was killed in her home by police officers responding to a domestic violence call, highlighting the fragility of domestic safety for women. In "Riot and Run," Hume condemns the "trivialization of women's anger" and argues that the women who tore up storefronts in response to nylon legwear shortages in 1945 were rallying "against profit-mongering, lying producers." In the collection's high point, "All the Women I Know," Hume advocates for understanding women's bodily autonomy through diverse stories, describing her own abortions and highlighting the continuities between the experiences of other women with repetition of the ironic mantra "No woman I know": "No woman I know was alone on the swings when it happened." The heavy subject matter makes for tough but rewarding reading, and the prose is at turns elliptical, poetic, and powerful. It's a dauntless and harrowing indictment of patriarchal violence.
