It’s been 20 years since the publication of Laurie Halse Anderson’s debut novel, “Speak,” about a high school freshman reckoning with the trauma of her rape. Anderson credits “Speak,” which became widely recognized as a Y.A. landmark, with helping her find her voice. Now, she wields the full force of it in SHOUT (Viking, 291 pp., .99; ages 13 and up), a memoir told through a series of short poems. Anderson not only reflects on her own rape at the age of 13, she also examines an adolescence and adulthood marked by her veteran father’s PTSD and her mother’s powerlessness over the situation, resulting in her parents’ shared struggle with alcohol. (“I thought I was the only kid with a house on fire, but I wasn’t.”)
“Shout” effectively paints the complexities of coming of age in a household mired in inherited silence and shame. The consequences are viscerally punctuated by a three-part poem about Anderson’s rape, its immediate aftermath and its long-lasting emotional repercussions. (“I did not know / that the haunting / had just begun.”) When it becomes clear Anderson cannot cope with her trauma while under her parents’ roof, she spends 13 months in Denmark as a foreign exchange student. The experience provides a critical step forward in her recovery. Coming back to America and starting college at Georgetown offers another; it’s there that her shame, pain and rage slowly begin to crystallize.
“Shout” is Anderson’s reckoning; it follows a hurting cry to the universe that turns into a hard-won path to healing and ultimately unfolds into a powerful call to action. As Anderson captures the whirlwind success of “Speak,” she begins to unpack the intensity of the response she has faced, as both girls and boys approach her to tell about assaults they have survived. Poems like “collective” remind us that we all have a responsibility to keep the conversation about rape culture going. Given that Anderson is tracing several decades of her life, some of the cultural similarities between the first and second parts of “Shout” are unsettling — we’re not as far removed from the stigma around sexual violence as we believe. In one poem, “emergency, in three acts,” Anderson is thwarted by a principal who sets off a fire alarm to cut her school talk short. In “librarian on the cusp of courage” she encounters a librarian who can’t risk her job by ordering “Speak.”
The strengths of “Shout” lie in these foundational experiences that shaped Anderson’s career. The book falters when it strays from the title’s directive, particularly in portions of the first and third parts that meander slightly. Anderson excels when she narrows her focus, aiming her lens directly at the reader to speak about rape culture. Those who recognize their complicity in or perpetuation of it will, and should, feel uncomfortable. Those who are victims and survivors of it will be empowered by its anger and find comfort in its hope. Anderson encourages readers to fight for themselves without understating the difficulties of recovery, and even in her memoir’s darkest moments, she’s conscious of the saving graces that kept her head above the water. Among them, of course: the refuge of words (“the only thing that helped me breathe / was opening a book”).
With “Speak,” Anderson opened the door for more novels exploring the deeply felt and deeply personal aftermath of sexual violence. “Shout” serves as both a testament to the life-altering, lifesaving impact of these types of stories — and as an urgent and brutal reminder of their ongoing necessity.B:
看图解码天下彩【见】【主】【持】【人】【看】【见】【了】【自】【己】，【左】【峻】【豪】【做】【了】【个】【禁】【言】【的】【手】【势】，【然】【后】【走】【到】【菀】【菀】【的】【身】【后】。 “【既】【然】【这】【么】【难】【选】，【那】【就】【选】【和】【我】【合】【唱】【的】【那】【首】【吧】。” 【众】【人】【所】【见】【的】，【楚】【菀】【菀】【都】【懵】【逼】【了】。 【听】【到】【左】【峻】【豪】【的】【声】【音】，【快】【速】【的】【转】【过】【身】，【眼】【角】【挂】【不】【住】【的】【惊】【喜】。 “【你】【怎】【么】【来】【了】？” “【第】【一】【次】【开】【网】【络】【直】【播】【的】【答】【谢】【会】，【我】【当】【然】【要】【来】【啊】！” 【既】【然】【正】
【没】【想】【到】【她】【竟】【然】【这】【个】【时】【候】【来】【凤】【城】【了】。 【难】【道】【是】【盛】【清】【风】【成】【了】【植】【物】【人】，【她】【知】【道】【自】【己】【没】【有】【希】【望】【了】，【所】【以】【就】【放】【弃】【了】？ 【宋】【离】【离】【还】【没】【反】【应】【过】【来】，【站】【在】【讲】【台】【上】【的】【杜】【晓】【宁】【就】【开】【了】【口】，“【大】【家】【好】，【我】【是】【杜】【晓】【宁】，【你】【们】【班】【的】【陆】【谨】【言】【是】【我】【的】【男】【朋】【友】。”【此】【话】【一】【出】，【教】【室】【里】【立】【刻】【人】【声】【鼎】【沸】【起】【来】，【男】【生】【们】【兴】【奋】【的】【拍】【着】【桌】【子】，【吹】【着】【口】【哨】。 【还】【没】【有】
“【邱】【云】，【你】【别】【太】【过】【分】【了】！” 【大】【长】【老】【怒】【喝】【一】【声】，【磅】【礴】【的】【灵】【力】，【如】【同】【奔】【涌】【的】【潮】【水】，【灵】【力】【挤】【压】【着】【空】【气】，【发】【出】【低】【沉】【的】【嗡】【鸣】【之】【声】，【震】【人】【心】【魄】。 【大】【长】【老】【和】【邱】【云】【二】【人】，【目】【光】【对】【视】，【眼】【神】【皆】【是】【逐】【渐】【的】【凌】【厉】，【显】【然】【他】【们】【都】【知】【道】【热】【身】【已】【经】【结】【束】【了】。 “【嘭】！” 【这】【般】【对】【恃】，【仅】【仅】【持】【续】【了】【霎】【那】，【那】【邱】【云】【眼】【中】【寒】【芒】【一】【闪】，【脚】【掌】【一】【踏】【地】【面】看图解码天下彩【西】【夏】【青】【白】【盐】【除】【了】【供】【西】【夏】【人】【民】【食】【用】【外】，【主】【要】【用】【于】【同】【宋】【朝】、【辽】【朝】、【金】【朝】【进】【行】【官】【方】【贸】【易】，【其】【中】【运】【往】【宋】【关】【中】【地】【区】【最】【多】，【并】【以】【此】【换】【回】【大】【批】【粮】【食】。【宋】【廷】【为】【此】【禁】【止】【西】【夏】【进】【口】【青】【盐】，【宋】【人】【只】【能】【透】【过】**【进】【口】，【谋】【取】【暴】【利】。 【罗】【凯】【还】【发】【现】【州】【县】【周】【围】【的】【土】【地】【多】【有】【荒】【芜】，【偶】【尔】【见】【点】【农】【户】【也】【是】【不】【得】【已】【而】【维】【持】，【稍】【有】【体】【力】【脑】【力】【的】【便】【在】【边】【境】【来】【回】【流】【窜】，
“【你】【饿】【吗】？” 【上】【官】【恒】【摸】【摸】【肚】【子】，【看】【了】【一】【眼】【孙】【琳】。 【之】【前】【上】【官】【恒】【一】【直】【在】【玩】【游】【戏】，【而】【孙】【琳】【则】【在】【旁】【边】【吃】【吃】【喝】【喝】，【所】【以】【她】【一】【点】【都】【不】【觉】【得】【饿】。 “【你】【要】【是】【饿】【了】【的】【话】，【去】【吃】【点】【东】【西】【吧】。”【孙】【琳】【看】【着】【他】。 【两】【人】【来】【到】【一】【家】【面】【馆】，【上】【官】【恒】【点】【了】【一】【碗】【面】，【然】【后】【就】【走】【了】【出】【去】。 【孙】【琳】【疑】【惑】【他】【怎】【么】【突】【然】【出】【去】【了】。 【见】【他】【回】【来】，【手】【里】
【不】【远】【处】，【那】【两】【道】【人】【影】【额】【头】【上】【同】【样】【是】【被】【破】【开】【了】【一】【个】【口】【子】，【缓】【缓】【的】【在】【他】【面】【前】【消】【逝】【着】。 “【有】【人】【偷】【袭】【我】！” 【一】【丝】【明】【悟】【浮】【现】【在】【了】【络】【腮】【汉】【子】【的】【心】【头】，【剧】【痛】【之】【下】，【他】【扭】【头】【看】【了】【看】，【不】【远】【处】【杨】【霄】【洛】【淼】【以】【及】【敖】【仓】【依】【旧】【是】【那】【副】【袖】【手】【旁】【观】【的】【模】【样】，【而】【身】【遭】【四】【周】，【厉】【家】【老】【祖】【等】【人】【赫】【然】【再】【侧】，【同】【样】【不】【可】【能】【会】【是】【他】【们】。 【唯】【一】【有】【可】【能】【下】【手】【的】【人】
【随】【着】【天】【幕】【颜】【色】【的】【变】【换】，【那】【些】【在】【各】【个】【花】【中】【世】【界】【内】【的】【形】【形】**【的】【孩】【子】【们】【不】【由】【得】【抬】【起】【头】，【他】【们】【看】【着】【开】【始】【变】【动】【的】【虚】【空】【和】【天】【幕】，【皆】【是】【瞪】【着】【眼】【睛】，【露】【出】【惊】【恐】【神】【色】。 “【叔】【叔】【他】……【不】【会】【有】【事】【吧】。” “【不】【可】【能】，【叔】【叔】【那】【么】【强】，【这】【些】【外】【来】【者】【肯】【定】【不】【能】【伤】【他】。” 【孩】【子】【们】【如】【此】【议】【论】，【却】【也】【无】【比】【担】【心】。 【距】【那】【些】【外】【来】【者】【和】【叔】【叔】【从】【此】【地】