

Songs of the Gorilla Nation. It’s supposed to be a book about the autism of the author, but it’s just a weird love letter to the entire Gorilla population, described as perfect creatures every human should aspire to be, it’s pretty much like that simpson shimpanzee parody episode, except more sad.
There is very little content about autism, but you can tell there is a lot of resentment towards neurotipicals (who she calls neuromutilated) and a lot of toxic autism pride. I believe the author has a lot of unresolved trauma that she coped with cultivating resentment and obsessing over gorillas.
Didn’t learn much about autism nor gorillas, a pretty lame book overall.
Incoherence, and it’s particuarly bad when I realize i’m being incoherent