Lindsay Nixon’s nîtisânak is an accounting of beyond-family kinship, from the fragility of great-grandmothers to first gay makeouts. It feels like they are sitting next to you…
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The problem with calling something fugazi, whether it is the smoke and mirrors of stock brokers or a zirconium stone, is that it presumes an unassailable veracity or ontology of, say, real labour, or real diamonds.
