A review by macroscopicentric
Small Fires: An Epic in the Kitchen by Rebecca May Johnson

Did not finish book. Stopped at 31%.

Part memoir, part manifesto, but all told via vignettes with lovely prose and few points (beyond unlearning systems of oppression as related to cooking). I really loved the memoir parts of this, but the less personal parts felt more like an uncoordinated litany of feminist and queer theory that only felt possible to track because I’ve read a lot of the primary sources and already knew where Johnson was trying to go.