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“Not imagination but memory is the agent but language is the instrument in all cases and can language be trusted? If it were not for language, could we lie?”

“And more upsetting than this ugliness and nastiness there’s the paradox of chronology which arises when you try to record events of historical veracity; the problem of transcribing a document like this notebook is that it’s a memoir or a confession where you have not the power to invent episodes, people, places, “plot,” etc. but must set everything fine as it occurred.”

This book is an absolute joy to read. It reminds me of Ottessa Moshfegh’s Eileen, but without the isolation and loneliness. This is like if Eileen was in a girl gang of supportive misfits.