What unfolds after the initial chapters is an empty tale, a meaningless love triangle in which one of the members is dead, superimposed over the backdrop of communist Albania during the twilight of the Hoxha years.
I think that writing, like any art form, is just a way of teaching ourselves to better understand and appreciate the millions of stories, thoughts and emotions that make up the world. And the facets that make up somebody’s life, the decisions that they make, have just as much to teach you as the words that they choose to write down.
'They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us' is itself a phrase from a sign plastered to a Michael Brown memorial. The title serves as an informal thesis to Abdurraqib’s work, which grapples intently with what it means to be Black and alive in 2017.