Apologies for this late blog post! Zoe, thank you for putting together these fantastic readings for your workshop. I was firstly struck by the somatic in all of these readings, from Patricia Williams’ search “for the shape of force and lost hands,” in Chapter 1 of Avery Gordan (6), to bodies gazing at reproduced images of other bodies in Eng (86). The surface of a body can present and disclose secrets but also haunt us with fragile, unknown pasts.
I was particularly struck, on a personal note, by Ahmed’s description of his grandmother’s hands, and their rings, as a kind of archive of memories (9). I loved this quote: “The body was the first archive I learned to read” (9). I used to ask my Grandfather about his ring all the time when I was little, before he passed away. He grew up on the island of Malta, and the ring was imprinted with the Maltese crest. It was passed down through the generations – a physical piece of history that tied him to his childhood home when he moved to London at 17. Asking about the ring invariably led to countless stories about various uncles, aunts and second cousins in Malta, and a window into this lives that were somehow connected to my own. (Or a story about the time he accidentally fused the ring to his hand when attempting to do some electrical work. For a brief, painful few hours, the ring was literally fused to his finger!) Reading his body, was also reading my family history, a past, distant “world that would never be mine” that simultaneously came to life in his re-telling (9). This makes me reflect on how reading the body, as an archive, impacts our sense of time. How does reading the body both collapse and reinforce temporality? Our space between things? Secrets? Ghosts? Other bodies?
I was also struck by the quotation from Ahmed which Stefanie highlights: ”This archive made me silent for ethical reasons – it did not belong to me. I had no right to tell their secrets, as they were not my secrets. The scar was not on my body.” This makes me think of some of the reading I’ve been doing for my Feminism and Globalization class with Sonali Perera. We’ve been talking a lot about who gets to tell a story, and how. I’m struck by how Saidya Hartman imaginatively gives voice to where the archive gapes in Wayward Lives, Beautiful Experiments, while remaining very aware of her own positionality throughout the work. In terms of your question on the ethical obligation we have in work that approaches ghostliness, spectrality and silence, perhaps this is a good model of how to do this kind of work thoughtfully and responsibly.
Looking forward to discussing more shortly!



