A very millennial interpretation of postmodern and existential lit—the entire novel is filled with deadpan, self-aware cynicism. The narrator mocks everything — art, relationships, ambition — yet still seems to be searching for meaning.
If you like self-reflective nature writing, this is a beautiful read.
I hadn’t read Thoreau since 2010-ish? & it was lovely to be reintroduced in this way.
“Our doubts are so musical they persuade themselves.” 🗡️
The occupation persists, the oppression persists, the torture persists.
The occupiers are psychotic and their work is never finished.
People who’ve paid attention won’t be surprised by this photo from Gaza.
