If you ever thought to yourself, “Hm. Mean Girls, but an MFA program. And, oh! Make it horror! And yeah, a dash of an unreliable narrator sounds good. And why not? Throw in an outlandish plot so brilliantly over the top you literally have NO IDEA what's going to happen next”—then yes, this is the book for you. I loved every page of the delightfully unnerving story.
Writing a review for this book is gonna be hard but I'm going to try. This may be the I best book I've read this year. So many raw and stunning sentences just waiting for you to fall in love with. Told through letters from a son to a mother, I underlined the hell out of my copy. It broke my heart but it also put it back together. Read this and join the Ocean Vuong can club with me.
If Haruki Murikami had been born in Mexico and raised in southern Texas, this is the book he would have written. It's futuristic and hallucinogenic look at that region gives us a unique and welcome lens to view the border.
This may be a very funny novel about art and idealism. Or it may be a very serious novel about how our work defines us - albeit one that will make you laugh uncontrollably and at random. Either way, the joke's on us: gleeful, satirical and disarmingly sincere, profound and bombastic in equal measure, and so, so familiar to anyone who has been in their twenties, or contemplated the big questions about whether we are what we create or whether, maybe it's the other way around, Loudermilk is refreshing and incisive.
So, it’s like this: Mary Robison took a jackhammer to the English language. She cleared it of all the tired and old debris of overused everything in order to thrown down asphalt for a new, beautiful, literary road of her own making. Had I ever read anything before this book? I can’t remember. This book made reading new again and has, quite possibly, ruined me for all other works of fiction. Read it. Read it. Read it. And then, read it again.