best book i’ve read in a long time. finished and immediately went back to the beginning to start again. so much to look at, so much to think about.
“kitty was finally ready, at the ripe age of fifty, for an authentic love that embraced the anarchy of existence emphatically, without temperance or equivocation.
she was proud to be a small and particular representation, a hopelessly and beautifully contingent version of that collective chaos.
she was proud to be a creature of unruly imagination—a cartoon cat-girl-question-mark that was tethered to reality but resisted its gravity, like a balloon at the end of a string.”
may we all learn to put a chip-clip on our overflowing sack of greasy desire.
Really makes you think about the differences the media treats men and women celebrities along with other specks of identity crisis. I couldn’t help but only imagine the Mickey from South Park the entire time.
The author claims Mickey to be gay but i think it was actually a combination of aromanticism, autoeroticism, and the curse of Narcissus. Kitty needs to stand up.