Actually 3.5 Stars ...
The promise of this book checked all of the boxes: great independent publisher, woman, fragments, memoir, open relationship, metaphor. However, even though I devoured it (fragments make a quick read) there was something nagging at me the whole time I read it, and it did not really dawn on me until the end.
First off, the writing is smart and there are some dazzling places, fit for highlighting with their deep insight and metaphor. But this book did not need to be fragmented. Any kind of experimental writing or structure needs to reflect the subject matter. While one could make the argument that her fragmented prose style reflected the uneasiness of embracing her queer identity, I realized that was the only true conflict/ tension in the narrative. Sure her and her hubby had some hard times with unease and jealousy in their open relationship, but really, everything was handed to her. White, thin and pretty, Dietrich does not find it hard to find willing partners, her mom accepts her queerness as do her coworkers and her complicit, probably equally as hot husband. They have money and privilege to travel the world and spend artistic time apart with their equally as sexy lovers. It was all just too... bland. While I am sure there were real emotional struggles, everything just kind of fit too neatly and was way too tidy to warrant the experimental structure. I mean, even if the paragraphs were just put into paragraphs for short chapters. Having every single paragraph as a stand alone was giving weight to some very light fluff.
The twin metaphor was carried well throughout the book, but never really peaked. I mean, I got it but... it again was just surface level intelligence. Smart connections but did not really dig deep. It’s like looking up all the different shades of blue and then linking significant life moments to Aqua (the band) or the color of the ocean like it was some kind of portrait of how the color blue is everywhere.
Dietrich was a ballet dancer and an advertising creative. Who had an open marriage. So imagine a pretty, precise ballerina giving us the ad agency version of an ideal white privileged open marriage, but peppered with some acceptable edginess of style. I totally consumed it but it all felt a little too neat and a tad shallow.