Blanket
We pull and tug on blankets to cover our bodies, to see us through the night, or an illness. Blankets shield us in mourning, and witness our most intimate pleasures. We are born into blankets. Blankets keep us alive, and they cover us in death. *Blanket* reveals blankets everywhere: film, art, geology, disasters, battlefields, resistance, home.
Curious, fearless, vulnerable, and critical, *Blanket* interweaves cultural critique with memoir to cast new light on a ubiquitous object: It transforms an ordinary thing into a vibrant and vital carrier of stories and secrets, an object of inheritance and belonging, a companion to uncover.
Curious, fearless, vulnerable, and critical, *Blanket* interweaves cultural critique with memoir to cast new light on a ubiquitous object: It transforms an ordinary thing into a vibrant and vital carrier of stories and secrets, an object of inheritance and belonging, a companion to uncover.
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