Matt Snediker’s Reviews > Another Country > Status Update

Well, and how much of the worst shit the worst people do is because they’re convinced, deep down, in the middle of the knot, between all the sharp fibers of the rope, that they’re not good enough for anyone else, and they’re world they never will be, that the next rung on the ladder will always be farther than they can jump, let alone reach, so they get angry, and punch, and kick, and scream at the ladder?

I’m actually lowkey getting overstimulated by how many absolutely insane lines there are just one after a-fucking-nother and it’s gonna have to slow down if I have any hope of making it through this book fifteen panic attacks short of the white padded room.

I’m not sure what that means.

James would’ve said it better.

“He remembered Leona. Or a sudden, cold, familiar sickness filled him and he knew he was remembering Leona.”

I mean, what are you supposed to even do when people can write like this. What the fuck is even the point of doing it as a hobby? Like, if James Baldwin is LeBron Jamesing his prose rn then the dumb shit I write in my notebook is like a horse trying to make a one-hoofed reverse layup. Just a non-starter.

“Here and there a woman passed, here and there a man; rarely, a couple.”

Sauntering, lyrical prose.

Metronome-aware narration.