In the bleakest of moments African-American writers have turned to literature to confront racial terror and the trauma it could induce–turning to poetry, personal narratives, plays and novels. Sometimes, they even dreamed of the fantastic.
Another Sunday another Game of Thrones. Well, the season finale actually. And true to form, it left viewers crying out to the Old Gods–and the New. In which would-be kings fall, a girl gets her revenge, a Khaleesi finds herself alone and the The Night’s Watch…well… “These Crows Ain’t Loyal.” Let’s just do this.
Another Sunday another Game of Thrones. We’re down to the last two episodes. And if last week was all about ice, this week brings the fire–in more ways than one. Let’s go.
Another Sunday another Game of Thrones. In which a girl gets her first gig, a half-man meets a Khaleesi, and a Queen Mother gets introduced to the business end of a spoon. Oh yeah, and zombies. Lots and lots of zombies. So who saw that World War Z mashup coming? I guess if you’re going to veer away from the text, you might as well go big. With an army of the dead and whatnot. Let’s recap.
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