Holy shit you guys. Johannes Anyuru’s They Will Drown In Their Mothers’ Tears was incredible. About a father, and writer, and Muslim who, over a period of time, interviews a young woman in a a forensic mental health facility in Sweden and tries to unpack her role in a violent act that she both participated in and prevented, and whether or not she is a woman with a mind damaged in contemporary back door government torture of possible ISIS affiliated youth, or if she is, at least in part, a child of a future where Muslims in Sweden are locked away in horrific circumstances who has found a way backwards to try to undo a pivotal moment in time. Wow. This book says a lot. It says a lot about state sanctioned violence and state fuelled racism, it says a lot about the state of the world and where we seem to be heading, and, maybe, it says the most about what it is to be a migrant or the child of migrants, trying desperately to build a life out of love and hope through an unbearable cultural dislocation, only to become unsafe and dangerously unwelcome in the place you sought sanctuary. This book was profound. I finished it late last night, and had to dream about it and reread the last three chapters this morning to fully process it’s artfulness.