Heather Christle

Beth, the librarian, joins us, and I tell her too of my archival weeping. Beth says she cried when she saw the Gutenberg Bible at the British Museum, so profusely that a concerned guard bade her step away.

She critiques Donna Haraway’s “A Cyborg Manifesto” as hopelessly “tryborg,” with none of the disabled person’s actual melding of self and circuitry: Haraway is a tryborg: she’s not disabled; she has no interface; she uses the term as a metaphor. The strategic move where one group says, “I shall speak for them because they do not exist do not live here do not have thoughts” is common of the tryborg. When they are not speaking for us, they may take a detour into animal studies, a field where they can rest assured that their subjects remain silent.164

i’ve been thinking about my father a lot. memories. some of them i think i’ve completly made up