Math Class

<p>Somewhere in the gap between correct answers and questions that can't be formulated girls are learning math. They aspire to <em>seeing</em> without taking notes. Girls go blind do math wage hunger strikes weigh themselves take field trips do more math eat or don't eat crochet sprawl swim imagine electricity wink fail to understand the meaning of a wink take photos of each other and think. Everything is being measured and tracked yet something mysterious remains flickering at the edge of what can be analyzed known or even registered in symbol systems. It isn't yet clear what's been lost. <em>Math Class</em> is meditative fascinating unnerving a precisely rendered dream of a book a wondrous gem reflecting mysteries and meanings wherever it goes.</p><p class=ql-align-right>-Stephen Beachy</p><p><br></p><p>The teenage girls in Kelly Krumrie's <em>Math Class</em> could well be aspiring saints or geometers with their transfigurative arcs and extremities keen diagramming skills shared visions and acute bodily suffering. Can one chart an intricate web of friendships or unravel the track of a catastrophe? Adolescence is a vexed condition fraught with metamorphoses both terrible and holy but these girls know how to plot the coordinates of their finite struggles and watch over one another with a sagacity that's as intimate and precise as the hand-drawn grid of a note passed secretly at the back of a crowded classroom.</p><p class=ql-align-right>-Pamela Lu</p><p><br></p><p>Kelly Krumrie's <em>Math Class</em> makes mathematical thinking tender charming full of longing and strange. This book reminded me of things I love-Georges Perec's writing Amina Cain's Guillevic's <em>Geometries</em>-but reading it was also something fresh and new.-Danielle Dutton</p>