Drawing Blood and Torta Caprese

“Art gave me a way to see, to record, to fight and interrogate, to preserve love and demand reckoning – to find joy where once I could see only ash. I’d take the world armed only with a sketchbook. I’d make it mine.” – Drawing Blood

The title of Molly Crabapple’s memoir, Drawing Blood, is a play on words capturing the book’s essence: Crapabble has literally drawn blood as an artist and activist; her current success is the result of many hours of work that the metaphor of drawing of blood through labour refers to; and drawing blood in the scientific sense implies that a sample will be analysed, the way she does with her life in her memoir.

Crabapple grew up mostly on Long Island, the only daughter of an artist of Bielorussian descent and a Puerto Rican professor. Her parents divorced when she was seven. Molly Crabapple is the pseudonym she adopted after a friend created a character based on her with that name.

Her memories of childhood and adolescence are candid and humorous. She describes borrowing a book from the library and cutting out the illustrations she liked with a razor blade (coincidentally this is what my cousin did with the copy of Drawing Blood he lent me), going to Paris before starting college and staying at Shakespeare and Company where the words, “be kind to strangers, for they may be angels in disguise” were painted above an archway, and living in New York as an art student trying to make ends meet.

Crabapple worked hard to achieve the success she now knows. She drew Burlesque performers and initiated an innovative form of art class called Dr Sketchy’s that developed a global following. She also captured scenes from New York’s notorious nightclub, The Box, in the years of extravagant excess leading up to the economic crash of 2008. She became involved in the Occupy movement and now works as a journalist and editor, as well as continuing her art projects.

Crabapple is remarkable in her energy, honesty, and constant challenging of her own abilities. Life and art are one and the same for her. This is what has made her one of the most respected political artists of her generation.

I read Drawing Blood shortly after my birthday. Every year I bake a cake for the occasion as a sort of farewell to what has passed. This time I made a flourless chocolate “torta caprese” from Food52. This cake is both bold and subtle, certainly not a wall flower in the world of baked goods.


The Naked and the Dead and Reine Claude Plums

“Still he could see a time when these years he was living now would seem different, when he could laugh at the men he’d known in the platoon and remember the way the jungle and the hills sometimes looked in the dawn. He might even want the kind of tension there was in stalking a man. It was stupid. He hated this. He hated it more than anything he had ever done and yet if he lived he knew that in the end he might turn mellow. The magnifying glass on the gold grains.” – The Naked and the Dead

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How to be a Person in the World and Agnolotti

“You get older, and, contrary to popular wisdom, things do get much harder. Popular wisdom is usually complete horseshit in fact. Mostly it’s designed to keep us from freaking out about how bleak everything actually is.” – How to be a Person in the World

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I Love Dick and a Pomegranate

“I’ve fused my silence and repression with the entire female gender’s silence and repression. I think the sheer fact of women talking, being, paradoxical, inexplicable, flip, self-destructive but above all else public is the most revolutionary thing in the world.” – I Love Dick

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Flâneuse and Bread and Butter Pudding

“My city isn’t mine any more. And yet it always will be, more than any other. We get to know our cities on foot, and when we leave, the topography shifts. We’re no longer as sure-footed. But maybe that’s a good thing. It’s just a question of looking, and of not hoping to see something else when we do.” – Flâneuse

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Girl in a Band and Pasta with Salmon

“Is what we get out of performance today any different now than it was then? No, it’s the same thing: the need for transcendence, or maybe just a distraction – a day at the beach, a trip to the mountains – from humdrum life, boredom, pain, loneliness. Maybe that’s all performance ever was, really. An unending kiss – that’s all we ever wanted to feel when we paid money to hear someone play.” – Girl in a Band

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The Unbearable Lightness of Being and Chocolate Hazelnut Cake

“Because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.” – The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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