A groundbreaking, anachronistic experiment in literature informed by the countertraditions of New Narrative and queer writing
Judith, an academic celebrity, and Wendy, a slightly less famous academic celebrity, fall in love. They break up. In her ensuing grief, Wendy finds herself in a pornographic, epistolary haze that slumps toward the narrative. Fueled by the only things that cut through the pain―sex and democratic theory―Wendy takes us along on her wild ride toward self-actualization. In Claire Star Finch’s first novel, love and the void question each other in action.
The prose in this one blew me away so much that often times while reading it, I had to set it down and just sit with the feelings. I want to write a review that this book deserves but I need to sit with it a little longer I think.
the whole thing is just a lot of academic language and REALLY intense sex scenes. its another book i am too stupid for. i felt like nothing was gained the entire time but i think that's just because, as i mentioned, i'm too stupid for this book.