What happens when you peak in high school, or maybe earlier, or maybe not at all? When you hate your friends, or love them too much? When the warmth of nostalgia starts to slowly poison you? In Girl on Girl, Emily Costa explores desperation and loneliness, screen obsession, and casual cruelty as characters—mostly women and girls—struggle to be seen.
so this mostly WASN’T gay. flaw/s aside, it’s scary good at riding the edge of familiar/foreign, and there’s a lovely bite of nostalgia throughout. would recommend
A wonderful story collection that captures so succinctly the pleasure and perils of nostalgia. Some of these stories made my heart ache thinking of years I can’t get back, jobs I hated at the time but now think of fondly, rooms in childhood homes that were the base of so many formative memories. But what was special about many of these stories was how they got to the heart of what that nostalgia creates in us, and where it comes from. The ways it can lead us down dark and dangerous roads. Some standout stories for me:
Whatever happened to Glowstick Girl? Banana Split Deluxe Dead Mall
^Dead Mall especially. I’ll probably think about that story for years.
Phenomenal collection. So many of them dusted off memories i have long ceased to think of. I can see this book being one that I'll intermittently reread over the next few years.
The details were so well given in Emily Costa's stories that I was completely transported back to moments when I was surrounded by those details, too. Her stories paint such a strong picture, and give a powerful punch, that I really enjoyed them.
If I had to choose, I think my favorites would be Banana Split Deluxe, Dead Mall, and Bedroom 1998-2001, but there were many others I loved too. Also, Space Cat was one that surprised me regarding the content (in comparison to her other stories), but WOW what a strong ending that made it all make sense.
This is a quick read, full of these microscopic examinations of people who lived in the 90s.
house of vlad has been my go to publisher this year but now i can add rejection letter too. a book i didn’t want to stop, every story was vivid in my head and being a child of the 90’s, hit a lot of feelings.
Emily Costa’s writing tells of a world where intimacy and violence are inextricably linked, producing stories that pulse with guilty, forbidden energy. Her distinctive voice—by turns pleading, sterile, and wistful—creates a catalog of female relationships in all their complexity—the tenderness, the cruelty, and the moments where you can't tell which is which.
Costa is a master of the sleight-of-hand--you'll enter a lot of these stories thinking you're reading about fairly typical suburban malaise, then a few pages later she'll convince you that something horrifying is lurking around the corner, and then, by the time you've reached the final paragraph, you'll realize you were staring in the mirror the whole time.
One of those collections that reminds you what a short story can be: biting, funny, nostalgic. Costa has a particular talent for flash, an ability to pull you in with only a page or two of real estate to work with. Anytime a book gives me the itch to write myself, I consider it special. And this one did.