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96 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 22, 2023
Here was I, feeling my spine being crushed a little more with every book that I read, while all those ebook-hating ablebodied people who went on and on about how they loved the smell of physical books, or the feel of the turning pages beneath their fingers, persisted in their state of happy oblivion.
I very quickly developed a certain instinct for the books, a feel for the paper, an eye for the quality of the printing, for a well-crafted binding. I don’t know what it is, but it’s almost physical, like an inchworm testing whether a leaf is worth creeping across, or a bird listening to insects moving in the bark of a tree. It might be a detail: the sound when you flick through the pages, the feel of the lettering, the depth of the imprint, the saturation of the colors in an illustration, the precision of the details in a plate, the hues of the edges.
Being able to see; being able to hold a book; being able to turn its pages; being able to maintain a reading posture; being able to go to a bookshop to buy a book - I loathed the exclusionary machismo of book culture that demanded that its participants meet these five criteria of able- bodiedness ... Here was I, feeling my spine being crushed a little more with every book that I read, while all those e-book-hating able-bodied people who went on and on about how they loved the smell of physical books, or the feel of the turning pages beneath their fingers, persisted in their state of happy oblivion.On the other hand, she refuses to be lumped with the amorphous, anonymous mass of 'the disabled' who are flattened into statistics about exploitation, violation, and abuse. Indeed, she asserts that she relates to none of the experiences that define 'disability' for the mainstream, and is further aware of her own economic privilege and how it allows her to take advantage of others.?
「本を読むたび背中は曲がり肺を溃し喉に孔を穿(うが)ち歩いては头をぶつけ、私の身体は生きるために壊れてきた。」
“Just to read a book, I must twist my spine, crush my neck that already has a hole bored into it, and bang up my head. My body must break in order to live.” p.46