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The lonely city by Olivia Laing
What does it mean to be lonely? How do we live, if we're not intimately engaged with another human being? …
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What does it mean to be lonely? How do we live, if we're not intimately engaged with another human being? …
What is it about masks and loneliness? The obvious answer is that they offer relief from exposure, from the burden of being seen — what is described in the German as Maskenfreiheit, the freedom conveyed by masks. To refuse scrutiny is to dodge the possibility of rejection, though also the possibility of acceptance, the balm of love. This is what makes masks so poignant as well as so uncanny, sinister, unnerving.
I wish I had a specific label for the type of nonfiction this is, where it's a mix of memoire, thinking about ideas, and evocative factual passages? At any rate, enjoying this so far and I have learned something about some artists already so that's cool
This really didn't do it for me! I think part of that is that I'm not wild about romances and this was a romance. A big complaint for me is that the romantic leads behave so constantly and consistently we've-been-to-therapy correctly towards each other that I found their interactions tedious and didactic. It felt moralizing to me ("observe, this is the correct way to handle an emotion"), but I think it was intended to be more of a wish fulfillment love story ("imagine if you dated someone this emotionally mature"). Also everyone is described as being super hot and I did not enjoy that.
The heroes behaved perfectly in every situation and the villains were over-the-top horrible in every situation, and even though the moral stakes were ones I agree with (don't sexually assault people, don't be homophobic, don't murder people), I was put off by the black-and-white-ness of the …
This really didn't do it for me! I think part of that is that I'm not wild about romances and this was a romance. A big complaint for me is that the romantic leads behave so constantly and consistently we've-been-to-therapy correctly towards each other that I found their interactions tedious and didactic. It felt moralizing to me ("observe, this is the correct way to handle an emotion"), but I think it was intended to be more of a wish fulfillment love story ("imagine if you dated someone this emotionally mature"). Also everyone is described as being super hot and I did not enjoy that.
The heroes behaved perfectly in every situation and the villains were over-the-top horrible in every situation, and even though the moral stakes were ones I agree with (don't sexually assault people, don't be homophobic, don't murder people), I was put off by the black-and-white-ness of the characters.
While the author has put a lot of thought into gender and sexuality, even if I found it ultimately shallow, I found the near total absence of a critique of power and class to be pretty uncomfortable.
That said, it wasn't hard to read, and if you wanted a comforting romance about healing from assault (which, fair warning, is very graphic, though not imo gratuitous), it might be for you. And I really liked that the protagonists spend the whole book trying to solve a mystery and do an absolutely abysmal job at it.
This book really stuck with me after reading it. I had to stop reading it before bed because I would stay up too late reading it, which is a trait I cherish in a book and is also hard to pull off in a book with such heavy themes -- brainwashing, abuse, reproductive coercion, war,.... And the characters were so well articulated. I really live for books where characters seem like actual humans who are capable of being really truly horrible to each other and also capable of kindness and growth.
'Great day in the mornin’!' exclaimed Mrs Aramintha Snead.
New top contender for best interjection
Washington D. C., 1925
Clara Johnson talks to spirits, a gift that saved her during her darkest moments in a …
'Listen. Somebody put that thing on Frimbo tonight. We all got to get together over there and find out who done it. Everybody was there.' 'Put what thing on him?' 'Cut him loose, man. Put him on the well-known spot.' 'Frombo--" "Hisself.' 'Killed him?' 'If you want to put it that way.'
I can't get over this series of euphemisms for murdered
It was actually good that the world has ended, because now no one could make her play Settlers of Catan.
now this is the representation I've been looking for in fiction
Y: The Last ManmeetsThe Girl With All the Giftsin Gretchen Felker-Martin's Manhunt, an explosive post-apocalyptic novel that …