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7 Books To Buy For Men In Your Life

I personally hate the gendering of consumer goods. It starts before we’re even born – with cots and baby clothes “for boys” and “for girls” – and goes all the way through until we’re big enough to know better. It never ceases to amaze me when I see a book store’s catalogue arranged into “for men” and “for women” sections, as though (firstly) that neat binary actually exists and (secondly) literature can be divided by it.

So, why on earth am I making a list of books to buy for men?

Well, I’ve noticed that people do actually pay attention to these recommendations, and the “books to buy for men” page is almost always almost exclusively populated with books written by men. What about the books by women, the ones that might “normally” find a large audience of women, but would actually really benefit cis-men? Here’s a list of books to buy for men in your life that will actually constitute one small step towards dismantling the patriarchy and saving the world.

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See What You Made Me Do by Jess Hill

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I’ve made it my personal mission in life to make sure more men read this book. I want “nice guys”, “good blokes”, “wonderful fathers”, and all the rest of them to read Jess Hill’s deeply disturbing and incredibly illuminating exploration into the causes of domestic abuse, and learn their role in preventing and mitigating the harm it causes. See What You Made Me Do is not an easy read (hint: none of the books on this list of books to buy for men are), but it’s one that will undoubtedly open the eyes of men – even the nice ones – who might not otherwise engage with this complex issue that disproportionately affects women.

She Said by Jodi Kantor and Megan Twohey

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The men in your life might think they “know” the story of Harvey Weinstein, that they understand how difficult it was for the hundreds of thousands of women to come forward as part of the #MeToo movement, but I’m certain that She Said will shed a whole new light for them (as it did for me). Jodi Kantor and Megan Twohey are the journalists who worked tirelessly to break the story for the New York Times. It’s one thing to understand intellectually how the patriarchy protects perpetrators, but it’s another thing entirely to see it play out in a tangible way, in real time, on the world stage.

Pain And Prejudice by Gabrielle Jackson

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Major medical breakthroughs happen just about every day. Even just in the realm of pain, the field of medicine is making major strides forward in non-addictive treatment and preventative therapies. And yet, when women attend GPs and emergency rooms, their pain is less likely to be recognised as physical – significantly less likely. Even when it is, they are on average prescribed far lower doses of painkillers than cis-men presenting with the same symptoms. At the moment, there is an insidious and painful disease affecting 176 million people with uteruses around the world, and yet we have no idea what causes it or how to treat it – Gabrielle Jackson is one of those people. She wrote Pain And Prejudice to shed some light on the gendered nature of health care, centered on her own experience of endometriosis, and the ways that the medical system has let down women and AFAB people for far too long.

My Body Keeps Your Secrets by Lucia Osborne-Crowley

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In My Body Keeps Your Secrets, Lucia Osborne-Crowley wrangles with the Mobius strip of trauma, health, and shame. She interviewed nearly 100 women and non-binary people to unearth the ways in which the secrets we keep about what has happened to us are written over our bodies and our lives, which will give men a broad insight into these kinds of lived experiences. Osborne-Crawley deserves a wide readership; her tireless efforts to examine and self-examine will resonate for all readers, regardless of their own identities and histories. This would be a particularly good book to buy for men whose partners are struggling with the trauma of sexualised violence.

Eggshell Skull by Bri Lee

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I’ve had many conversations with men where they express exasperated frustration with women who have been victimised: “why don’t they just report him?“, they’ll say. “Why doesn’t she just go to the cops?” If I’m lucky enough to have a copy of Eggshell Skull to hand, I hand it to them right away. Bri Lee looks at the “justice” system for victims and survivors of sexual violence with unique insight: she is a victim herself, and also a law graduate who spent a year touring the courts of regional Queensland with a sitting judge. Lee has seen from both sides what it actually means to “just report” a perpetrator – and there’s nothing “just” about it.

She Speaks by Yvette Cooper (ed.)

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Most collections of transcribed speeches would have you believe that only wealthy white men are capable of exerting influence from behind a microphone. Abraham Lincoln, Winston Churchill, all these men we know and remember as great orators – but what about the women who have been just as impassioned, just as captivating, and just as impactful? The forty speeches collected by Yvette Cooper in She Speaks vary in subject, tone, and purpose, but they are all delivered by women who have changed the world: Emily Pankhurst, Margaret Thatcher, Malala, Greta Thunberg… It’s a great read for men of all ages.

Know My Name by Chanel Miller

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How many men do you think secretly perhaps empathised with Brock Turner a little when his father tearfully opined that his son was being unfairly punished for “twenty minutes of action”? In fact, Turner was imprisoned for just three months – half of his paltry below-minimum six month sentence – for sexually assaulting an unconscious woman on the dirt ground behind the dumpsters outside a fraternity house. The thing is, few men took the time to really think about the impact that Turner’s actions had, especially because his victim was an anonymous woman referred to only as Emily Doe and hidden from public view. But Chanel Miller – that’s her real name, by the way – has bravely stepped forward, into the full glare of the public, with Know My Name. In this memoir, she articulates in painful detail the years of her life that she lost to trauma and stress, all for the sake of Turner’s “twenty minutes”.

Know My Name – Chanel Miller

In 2016, the name Brock Turner made headlines around the world. He was sentenced to just six months in jail after he was convicted – literally caught in the act – of sexually assaulting a young woman on the Stanford campus in California. His victim, identified then only as Emily Doe, wrote an impact statement which was shared online; it went viral, and reached millions around the world within days. Three years later, Chanel Miller stepped forward and identified herself as Emily Doe, the until-then anonymous victim of the man whose name has become inextricable from conversations about sexual assault, sentencing, and #MeToo. In Know My Name, Miller reclaims her name, her story, and the years lost to her silent battle.

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In January 2015, Miller was a 22-year-old graduate living in Palo Alto. One night, on a whim she decided to attend a Stanford campus party with her sister and friends. Within hours, Brock Turner sexually assaulted her, and she became “unconscious intoxicated woman” – Emily Doe. In Know My Name, Miller doesn’t ease you into this harrowing story with any meandering anecdotes about her upbringing. She’s setting this scene for her assault by page 2.

I was deeply disturbed to realise, in these early chapters, just how little Miller was told about what had happened to her once she regained consciousness, even after she made it abundantly clear to doctors and police that she had no memory of leaving the party. One of the most confronting scenes from Know My Name (and that’s saying something) comes when Miller learns the details of her assault from a news article, sitting at her desk at work. At the same time as the rest of the world, she read about her assailant’s dreams of swimming at the Olympics and his record-breaking pace, alongside the allegations that he had violently penetrated her with his fingers and left her mostly-undressed on the ground behind a garbage bin when two cyclists intervened.

He was the one who lost everything. I was just the nobody it had happened to.

Know My Name (Page 48)

This pattern plays out time and time again in Know My Name, each instance as sickening as the last: the perpetrator’s accomplishments and ambitions are highlighted, his crime(s) diminished, Miller’s pain and suffering barely mentioned.

The judge had given Brock something that would never be extended to me: empathy. My pain was never more valuable than his potential.

Know My Name (Page 241)

Of course, the assault is only the beginning. Over the course of Know My Name, Miller recounts in gut-wrenching detail the ways in which she was repeatedly violated over the following years: the investigation, the hearing, the trial, the sentencing, the aftermath. Institutions seem to fail her at every turn. The courtroom turns into a circus with rival ringleaders, each seeking to make their own performing monkey seem most sympathetic to a jury. The administrators of Stanford offer Miller little more than a pamphlet and a condescending pat on the shoulder, their fears of litigation and bad publicity far outweighing any fear they have for the safety of students and visitors to their campus.

Miller does remind us at intervals (though she shouldn’t have to) that Know My Name exists for so many people. One in five women have a version of this story that they could tell. What happened to Miller is not an isolated incident, it was not an extraordinary once-off. It happens every day, in every part of the world. It’s an excellent companion read to She Said (the journalists’ account of breaking the Harvey Weinstein story), in that regard.

It struck me, about halfway through Know My Name, that this was the first full account I’d ever read of the victim’s journey through the judicial system. In TV dramas, they cut right from the confession to the guilty verdict, and everyone goes home feeling justice has been done in 38 minutes. Miller’s account exposes the indefinite timeframes, the potential minefields, the unexpected demands – women just don’t know that this is what they’re agreeing to when they’re encouraged to report. Collectively, we “know” that it’s difficult, demoralising, retraumatising, but that knowledge is abstract. By sharing the full story in Know My Name, Miller makes it tangible.

She also emphasises the ripple effect of trauma. The man who attacked her didn’t only victimise her, he victimised her sister, her parents, her grandmother, her friends. Her sister lives with enormous survivor’s guilt. Her parents had to see close-up images of Miller’s brutalised vulva displayed in the courtroom. Her friends had to fend off reporters and the defendant’s investigators looking to dig up dirt. One assault, so many victims.

Chapter 12 provides a particularly striking rebuttal to the “but what about innocent until proven guilty?” argument. Miller lays out all the ways in which we currently interrogate the past behaviour of the victim (what they drank, what they wore, who they’ve slept with); if the victim can’t be “innocent until proven guilty”, why should their attacker be? The benefit of the doubt doesn’t seem to extend to the person who is bleeding. Miller has been caught in this trap herself, but incredibly she has retained the capacity to articulate the flaws of the “system” in stunningly eloquent ways. “When a victim does go for help, she is seen as attacking the assailant,” Miller says in Know My Name. “Inherently the victim is outnumbered,” (page 287-8).

It’s hard not to turn this review into a series of extracts; Miller’s voice is that powerful. Just one more…

For years, the crime of sexual assault depended on our silence. The fear of knowing what happened if we spoke… The barricades that held us down will not work anymore. And when silence and shame are gone, there will be nothing to stop us.

Know My Name (Page 327)

Goosebumps, right? This is an incredible read, on every level: as a tool for dismantling the patriarchy, as a masterfully-crafted narrative, as an account of crime and justice, and as a radical testament to the costs of survival.

10 Non-Fiction Books For Book Club

Sometimes, fiction books with lots of exciting plot twists can seem like the best (i.e., easiest) choice for book clubs. Add in a morally-grey character or two, and you’ve got a guaranteed spicy conversation to have over wine and snacks each month. Non-fiction books are less often picked, which is a shame, because they can offer just as much fodder for debate (sometimes more). Memoirs and exposés interrogate real-world issues that can evoke strong opinions; you might find you don’t know your book club pals as well as you thought. Here are ten non-fiction books for book club.

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Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay

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Roxane Gay’s TED talk on what she calls “bad feminism” went viral, for all the right reason. Why do we dance to rap music, even when we worry it makes us “bad feminists”? Why do we like pink? Why do we watch SVU? She addresses all those questions, and more, in Bad Feminist – her collection of essays on all topics, from sex to Scrabble to 50 Shades of Grey. If your book club can get any mileage out of conversations about gender, race, and sexuality (c’mon, which book club can’t?) then this is a great non-fiction pick for you. Read my full review of Bad Feminist here.

Maid by Stephanie Land

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When you’re choosing non-fiction books for book club, especially if your book club is usually focused on romances or thrillers, memoirs that have recently been adapted into popular series or films is a good way to ease in. Stephanie Land’s Maid, first published back in 2019, has had a resurgence off the back of the Netflix series of the same name. It’s one mother’s true story of poverty, the class divide, and courage – one endorsed by none other than former President Barack Obama. It courts a little controversy, with questions of privilege and perspective, but that’s just what you need to set the book club conversation to simmer.

Educated by Tara Westover

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Sometimes, the best non-fiction books for book club are the ones that read like the best fiction. Tara Westover was born into a Mormon survivalist family, and had an upbringing completely alien to most of us: no doctors, no school rooms, no government-issued identification. In Educated, with extraordinary skill, she tells the story of how she came from that strange beginning to study at the world’s most lauded academic institutions and attain an education the likes of which most of us would envy. It’s an incredible story of family, faith, and determination, one that’s every bit as compelling as any contemporary literary fiction best-seller.

Know My Name by Chanel Miller

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You’d be forgiven for not knowing Chanel Miller’s name off the top of your head. She first made international headlines as the pseudonymous Emily Doe, the victim of a violent sexual assault who made a statement that brought tears to the eyes of millions of survivors when it went viral. Her attacker was convicted, but barely punished, and his name has become synonymous with the way that the system fails those who report. But Chanel Miller seeks a different connotation for her own name, and it’s one she lays out in Know My Name: she reclaims her voice, her identity, and uses her story to challenge the way we think about sexual assault and healing from trauma. Her book may be a triggering read for some of your book club pals, but it’s a worthy one.

Fatal Vision by Joe McGinniss

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If your book club is ready to get meta, Fatal Vision is the non-fiction book for you (and bonus points if you’re all Murderinos). You won’t just be talking about its contents, but how the book came to be written as well. Dr Jeffrey MacDonald was a handsome Princeton-educated physician, who claimed he awoke to find his family murdered, and himself injured, by violent hippie home-invaders in a crime reminiscent of the Sharon Tate murders… only a jury didn’t believe his version of events, and neither did Joe McGinniss. McGinniss gained the now-convicted murderer’s trust and used his inside connections to write the true crime book of a lifetime, one that definitively pointed to MacDonald’s guilt. MacDonald ultimately sued him, it was that bad. So, there’s a lot to unpack here: who’s telling the truth? Who’s (the most) ethically bankrupt? Your book club can decide!

I Am, I Am, I Am by Maggie O’Farrell

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Is your book club ready to get up close and personal with death? Maybe grab an extra couple of bottles of wine when you get together to discuss this one. I Am, I Am, I Am details author Maggie O’Farrell’s close calls. She’s come close to dying, or losing what she lives for, not-once-not-twice-but seventeen times. Each encounter with danger (the childhood illness, the malevolent stranger, the terrifying journey into motherhood) is like a Polaroid from a life, an autobiography told in snapshots of the very worst moments we can imagine. This is a memoir about mortality that will make you grateful for every breath.

In Order To Live by Yeonmi Park

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There are few places left in the world as mysterious and inaccessible as North Korea. It’s where human rights activist Yeonmi Park was born, and in In Order To Live she offers a unique and terrifying insight into what can happen when the world turns its back. Millions of North Koreans live in desperation and deprivation, in service of a corrupt regime that does not take kindly to criticism or defection. Even those lucky few who manage to escape, as Park and her mother did, might find themselves thrown out of the frying pan and into the proverbial fire. This book will have everyone in your book club wide-eyed and desperate to talk.

In The Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado

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When a book’s blurb promises to “revolutionise a genre”, as the one for In The Dream House does, you’d be forgiven for rolling your eyes… but this is one of the rare cases where the book’s contents live up to the hype. In a startling twist of storytelling genius, Carmen Maria Machado uses all the genre tricks and tropes we know so well – the haunted house, the bildungsroman, the Choose Your Own Adventure – to tell a story we rarely hear, that of domestic abuse in a queer relationship. This is the most riveting, heart-wrenching non-fiction book your book club will pick up this year.

Why I’m No Longer Talking To White People About Race by Reni Eddo-Lodge

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Sometimes, a book’s title is enough to spark heated debate: Why I’m No Longer Talking To White People About Race is one of them. Whatever the racial make-up of your book club, this book is guaranteed to inform and inspire. Whether it leads you to pick apart your own privilege, or recognise that you’re not alone in your feelings of frustration, Reni Eddo Lodge’s collection of essays will change the way you see the world and your role in it. The conversation won’t be comfortable, but it’s essential to have. Read my full review of Why I’m No Longer Talking To White People About Race here.

Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris

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If your book club wants to round things out on a lighter note, you can’t go past Me Talk Pretty One Day. David Sedaris is that wicked friend who makes fun of everyone – including himself – so deliciously that you can’t help but giggle along with him. In this loose memoir, he recalls anecdotes from his childhood, and marries them up to his experience of moving to France and his failed attempts to “integrate” as an American abroad. Make sure you have a pile of Post-it notes handy when you’re reading, because everyone will come to book club with their favourite passages flagged to read aloud (if they can talk for laughing). Read my full review of Me Talk Pretty One Day here.

Educated – Tara Westover

When it comes to writing memoirs, you’ve either got to have talent for storytelling or a life so fascinating that talent (or lack thereof) doesn’t matter. Luckily, Tara Westover has both. Even in the hands of a real bore, Educated – a memoir about shame, understanding, and the transformative power of education – would be an interesting read. In Westover’s voice, it’s downright enthralling.

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Educated, first published in 2018, is Westover’s account of her remarkable life: growing up in a family of survivalist Mormons, leaving them to step foot in a classroom for the first time as a university student, and going on to complete a PhD at Cambridge University. The story is told in three parts, to match that chronology.

Part One begins with Westover’s birth – date unknown, sometime around the end of September, 1986 – on an isolated rural property that served as both family home and junkyard. Westover didn’t have a birth certificate for the first nine years of life. When the time came for her to get one, none of her family members could agree on their recollection of the day she was born. “I remember the day [my delayed birth certificate] came in the mail,” she says, on page 26. “It felt oddly dispossessing, being handed this first legal proof of my personhood: until that moment, it had never occurred to me that proof was required.”

Her parents were deeply suspicious of any government or organisation, be it hospitals, schools, or the tax man. Westover and her siblings grew up fearing the kind of federal intervention we’ve seen play out on the evening news, where operatives would come to take them away – and for them, the threat was a lot more tangible, and local. A 1992 siege upon the home of a like-minded Idaho family nearby resulted in three deaths; you might know it as Ruby Ridge.

Westover’s attempts to attend school or participate in any other aspect of “normal” childhood were (sometimes violently) opposed by her father. That included seeking medical attention. Educated has any number of stories of junkyard injuries that the family “treated” (homeopathically) themselves at home, and more than one serious car accident – each more stomach-turning than the last.

Despite that stumble start in life, Westover managed to “home school” herself enough to pass the required exams and gain entry to Brigham Young University. In Part Two of Educated, she details the pressures and obstacles that come from starting college at 17, having taught yourself to read with only the Bible and the Book of Mormon as reference texts.

Once Westover begins her formal education, she is reluctant – in the extreme – to tell the truth of her upbringing, her circumstances, and her needs. It’s easy, with privilege and hindsight, to shout at the page: “Just tell them! It’ll help! It’ll make things better for you!”. It takes a long time for Westover to concede that she does, in fact, need more than her upbringing gave her to survive in the world. I’ll never forget one particularly harrowing episode where Westover finally found the courage to ask a question in class: the meaning of the word Holocaust. Her classmates were horrified, but of course, none of them knew why she asked.

I’d never learned how to talk to people who weren’t like us – people who went to school and visited the doctor. Who weren’t preparing, every day, for the End of the World.

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The final section of Educated covers Westover’s opportunity to study at Cambridge, the financial assistance and mentorship she received to help her stay there – and, of course, what choosing the path of education meant for her relationship with her family, her hometown, her religion, and herself. The book learning’s not all beer and skittles, after all.

Westover writes her true history without judgement, a remarkable feat given her circumstances. She says at the end of her memoir that she’s in touch with only a few of her family members, and lives a life entirely separate from the mountain that was her first home, but she doesn’t seem to wish them ill or bear any bitterness for the life they gave her. In the interests of a right of reply, I’ll tell you here that Westover’s parents (via their attorneys) have said that there is “only a little germ of truth” in Educated, and her brother Shawn in particular has vehemently denied the instances of abuse Westover described. Westover hasn’t given a public response to that – the book kind of speaks for itself, really, having been professionally fact-checked by the kinds of very smart and thorough people who do that kind of thing.

What Westover has lost in family, she has won in fans, hundreds of thousands of times over. Educated was an instant best-seller, and received wall-to-wall positive reviews (a frightening number of which appear as blurbs in my edition, pages and pages of them!). The book spent over two years on the New York Times Bestseller List, and has been translated into over 45 languages. As of last year, it had sold over 6 million copies worldwide.

I found Educated to be a breathtaking read, in more ways than one. The dangers and horrors of Westover’s childhood had my heart in my throat – but the moments of love and compassion shared within this bizarre family did, too. I was captivated by the way Westover was able to relate her story, with frankness and fairness that any memoir writer should envy. Naturally, I must offer any prospective readers content warnings for family trauma (and one particularly alarming incident of cruelty towards a dog, near the end), but trust me: if you can stomach it, Educated is an incredible and transformative read.

My favourite Amazon reviews of Educated:

  • “By purchasing this book, helped her pay for her psych bills.” – Gloria H. Pedrick
  • “Survivalist, near- death experiences, severe mental illness, religious conflict, this book has it all. And you think YOUR family is nuts!” – Nancy
  • “I need this book downloaded on to my iPad, please” – Yvonne barmon swanstrom

3 Incredible Memoirs by Refugees

I could write a thesis on all the ways in which media coverage of refugees and asylum seekers is fucked up. Unless you make an effort to seek out accurate information and empathic reporting, you’re likely to assume that an “invading hoard” of money-hungry manipulators is beating down your door. Nothing could be further from the truth. The best way to find the truth, in my experience, is to go right to the source. These three incredible memoirs by refugees will give you just a small glimpse into the vast array of refugee experiences, and the myriad reasons a person or family might seek safety and freedom so far away from their own homes.

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The Happiest Refugee by Anh Do

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Anh Do is best known to most Australians as a comedian, artist, and television personality – but before he was any of those things, he was one of those much-maligned and unfairly-feared “boat people”. He almost didn’t make it to Australia at all. His entire family came close to losing their lives as they escaped from war-torn Vietnam in an overcrowded boat. They were attacked by two different bands of pirates who stole their engines, their jewellery, and pretty much everything else worth taking. One oddly benevolent pirate in the second crew threw a gallon of water on board as they were leaving, which was all that saved the family from dehydration. They were eventually rescued by a German merchant ship and made their way to Australia, but that’s only the beginning of the story Do tells in The Happiest Refugee.

With only elbow-grease and grim determination, Do’s family managed to forge a life for themselves here, and despite the obstacles and the set-backs, Do became a disarmingly positive force for good in the hearts and living rooms of millions. He’s now raising a happy family with his wonderful wife, a million miles away from the life of poverty and peril that surely awaited him in post-war Vietnam. “I’ve always found that if you apply yourself at the right time with the right intensity, you can accomplish just about anything,” he says on page 113. Read my full review of The Happiest Refugee here.

No Friend But The Mountains by Behrouz Boochani

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Behrouz Boochani’s story of seeking asylum and resultant indefinite incarceration is (to our great shame) a definitively Australian story. Boochani is happily and safely settled in New Zealand now, but at the time of writing No Friend But The Mountains (entirely via WhatsApp messages, on a smuggled smart phone, to his translator Omid Tofighian) he was detained on Manus Island, an “offshore detention centre” (i.e., prison) for refugees who come to Australia by boat.

Boochani was a journalist facing persecution in his home country, and came to our shores seeking help (we’ve “boundless plains to share”, after all). Instead, he found himself trapped on a tiny island in the middle of nowhere, desperate and hungry and angry. He wrote this book, a lyrical memoir slash exposé slash work of critical theory and philosophy, to bring the forgotten story of the men of Manus prison to the world. He became our eyes in the dark, where our government has forbidden cameras and reporters (aside from the ones they imprison, clearly). This book is moving and empowering; I don’t know how it’s possible to finish it without finding a fire lit inside of you.

In Order To Live by Yeonmi Park

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Yeonmi Park was born in North Korea, the Hermit Kingdom, in 1993. She was raised there, her family forced to black-market smuggling just to earn enough to feed themselves. When she was thirteen, she and her mother managed to escape into China, only to find themselves in the hands of human traffickers, and a whole new ordeal began. In Order To Live is her story of survival and endurance, how she fought for the basic freedoms that most of us wouldn’t think twice about in our day-to-day lives.

The picture Park paints of life in mid-90s North Korea is dire. Despite what their propaganda channels would have the world believe, starvation, disease, and desperation ran rampant. Park’s journey to China is harrowing, the relief she feels at the sight of a full bowl of rice palpable, and the realisation that more battles lay ahead truly horrifying. When she finally reached South Korea, the very basic essentials for life provided to her by the relatively philanthropic government were hardly enough to even the playing field. Your heart will break for Park, and the thousands of others who have died in the pursuit of what she found on the other side of the fence.

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