Brevity is a space for hoarding possibility. That's what I believe. When things are completely spelled out there's no room left to breathe, and we slide into ambiguity for lack of oxygen. Get in, make your point, don't let the door hit you when you leave. Why is that so hard?
Check out this cluster of reviews:
I'm doubly heartsick that the collective readers of ELLE left Rachel Kushner's novel in third place, because I adored THE FLAMETHROWERS beyond all reason. Just wanted to put on my cranky pants and also recommend it to anyone looking for an engrossing read. And I guess to thank ELLE for using my quotes on all three pages, though they're remarkably silent when I ask for paying work. Someday you will need to buy the cow, ELLE.
I was on their website to read about Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore, and the division of all their collected life-flotsam in the wake of their divorce. Listen to the Faux Jean song "The Ballad of Kim and Thurston," written while they were still together, and it's all the more poignant to think of them fighting over old issues of Sassy. So sad.
Heather L. Seggel
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