Synopsis
There is no synopsis that does Shirley Estar goes to Heaven justice. It just isn't about the 'what' but the 'how'. In my view the epitome of literature is like this, and my theory is that if it were not, why do we read books and not summaries?
Style
There is something joyous in how Winston constructs his sentences. His style seems entirely unconcerned by good sense and propriety, the words are free to describe the world, playing with the many voices that tell a story, sometimes a character's, sometimes your hear the author speaking directly to you, ramblingly charmingly incoherent and yet making crystalline sense.
18 minutes before Lumus Abrigador's cranium was liquefied by nanites, I was rapidly inhaling the first 150 pages of this book on a cozy Sunday in a local café around the corner, staying until close and then some because nothing could tear me from the riveting narrative.
Critique [moderate spoilers]
Any critique I make here is for purpose of discussion. To be clear, I consider this book incredible, and there is a good chance it ends up being the best book I read all year (and I've been finishing up Nobel Prize literature). I hope people find my critique constructive.
- Neurodivergence
Subnormality - Winston's Webcomic - goes by the byname "Comix with too many words". There, as here, Winston tackles questions of neurodivergent existence with deep grace and a gentle helpfulness that hopefully gives people a sense of self-understanding. Long-time readers may consider themselves lucky to have found his comics early on, and I highly reccomend one should read them, especially from #50 onwards. I certainly do. Right, back to the topic. The comics are very long, which is something I love as it allows them to develop nuance and depth that would be harder to reach in a shorter format. Meandering endlessly is a natural form of human communication. Something I wonder about is whether the length of the delivery makes the comic inaccessible for the very people who would perhaps find the encouraging message of "being subnormal is completely ok" most helpful. But maybe comics are the right format for this, and Sci-Fi novels also work.
- Saccharine perfection of representation
Jeremy Lund's character is interesting to look at in light of the novel's history with the comic. In the comic, Jeremy's character is subjected to a crude, transphobic joke, something Winston profusely apologises for when you click the modern link for the story. I have a lot of respect for learning from mistakes, and I think it's cool Winston left the comic intact, albeit the novel is a massive improvement in many ways on an already quite good story. It also shows Winston's growth as a person inasmuch he treats Jeremy and her transition with deftness and respect.
I am left to wonder if it is too perfect - and that we have overshot the goal. In making Jeremy an incredibly sweet, likeable person, (inside angel outside devil or somesuch), and giving her essentially no faults, she somewhat ends up substanceless, a foil to the protagonist, a plot device, but with little agency of her own (though she is doing cool stuff tbf).
I have multiple caveats to this idea - for once that trans representation in media is likely often vilifying, and that having a positive representation is thus probably a great thing to have. Narratively as well it would make sense for Shirley to idolize Jeremy, and thereby gloss over any character faults that the real Jeremy Lund would have if we were to see the novel from her perspective. But while I really enjoyed her discussion on God, it seems...ridiculously positive. Hm. A bit too much sugar in my cocoa, I prefer it without.
The Ending [Major Spoilers]
Some people were distraught by the ending, but me, well, I've read my Dostoevsky. To me the ending reminded me of that of Notes from Underground, where the protagonist makes an idiosyncratic, absolutely irrational choice that renders them, ultimately, human. That is, the decision to choose unhapiness. Depression is a motherfucker, and it doesn't let us enjoy good things, let alone conceive of ourselves as deserving of good things happening to us.
Still, even if my own reaction was more across the line of "yep, that checks out" (and I'd read the comic, of course), it still left an impression. I felt a strong urge to bow down in public, such was my respect for this masterwork. I had a strong urge to re-read it immediately, but...that will have to wait. Someday, I'll be back to investigate Winston's artistic portrayal of the idea that "You can only perceive a person at a given point in time across their entire lifespan".
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Belinsky