I have to admit that, when it comes to academic writing, I am more easily captivated by the content of a text than by its form (Definitely look into Deleuze and Guattari's A Thousand Plateaus, and D. Haraway's Cyborg Manifesto, if you haven't already).
Here, instead, is a book by Frantz Fanon who powerfully and open-heartedly addresses the reader about the painful complexity of being a person of colour in a world policed and defined by whites.
We need to read this text as one of its time (1952!), which means acknowledging that some of it is "dated"; yet it was an incredible experience to read through it, for its capacity to affect how I perceived my body, and Fanon's way of visualising experiences in order to make them understandable.
