Original fiction from the publisher's site, (parisreview.org, The Paris Review).
On our first date, he bought me a taco, talked at length about the ancients’ theories of light, how it streams at angles to align events in space and time, that it is the source of all information, determines every outcome, how we can reflect it to summon aliens using mirrored bowls of water.
Ottessa Moshfegh is a fiction writer from New England. Eileen, her first novel, was shortlisted for the National Book Critics Circle Award and the Man Booker Prize, and won the PEN/Hemingway Award for debut fiction. My Year of Rest and Relaxation and Death in Her Hands, her second and third novels, were New York Times bestsellers. She is also the author of the short story collection Homesick for Another World and a novella, McGlue. She lives in Southern California.
“He always hid his shame and self-loathing under an expression of shame and self-loathing, swinging his fist back and forth, “Shucks,” always acting, even then. I don’t think he ever experienced any real joy or humor. Deep down he probably thought I was crazy not to love him. And maybe I was. Maybe he was the man of my dreams.”
WOW. that ENDING !!! wowowowowowowowowow. when it feels like Moshfegh is writing a story specifically for you, it TRULY feels OTHERWORLDLY in an energetically uncanny valley type of way and it is equal parts thrilling and terrifying. i always get so much from every Moshfegh story i have the pleasure and honor of ingesting, even when i don’t always fully lock on to the story like a heat-seeking missile locks onto a warm target, and this story was a clear home-run knocked clean out of the entire stadium. so i’m sure you can imagine how much i’m buzzing rn from reading The Weirdos.
imho, one of the most (if not the most) relatable short stories included in Moshfegh’s short story collection Homesick For Another World, easily in my top 3 from the collection as a whole.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
I sort of liked this but i finished it mostly not liking it at all. Why on earth is this woman with this man? And why is he with her? Do they have any love for each other or is it just better than being alone? I can’t tell but I think I’d be long gone and relieved to be on my own.
I gave it a second star because it made me think. Usually when I do nit like a book I simply move on to another. This time I sat and thought about it for quite some time.
“He always hid his shame and self-loathing under an expression of shame and self-loathing, swinging his fists back and forth, “shucks,” always acting, even then. I don’t think he ever experienced any real joy or humor. Deep down he probably thought I was crazy not to love him. And maybe I was. Maybe he was the man of my dreams.
I understand that its about people dependent on each other, crappy sad people who would probably be better off without each other yet still are together but I dont really get this "something" other people Find in this story