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Here are two reviews of Artless I like: Bookforum, The Telegraph
Thanks for coming to the reading in LA; I had fun and met some hot and cool people. Here’s something someone wrote about it for LARB.
And here’s something someone wrote about the screening series I did in NYC, for Screen Slate.
I wrote a story for the 5th issue of Study, which you can now preorder.
An installation by Raúl de Nieves is up at the Baltimore Museum of Art, and an accompanying book with some text by me is forthcoming.
At a reading, someone said to me, This is the worst reading I’ve ever been to, and I’ve just come from another, and that one wasn’t great either. I don’t know what the expectations are like for these things, now, but if they have changed, I have to put some blame on that funny Lit Girl book party article in Nylon, which came out the day of my (very traditional) launch. Or I blame the phenomenon it is describing, the launches that are also content-generating events, with whippets and botox and DJs.
My friends are perfect for me, like a constellation of fascinating lives that maps onto my own in a way that balances pain points, when they are very sharp. We were all meant to be together, for short intervals, in different settings and arrangements. Still, I may never be satisfied. I remember my eyes stinging when arriving back at Grand Central alone, holding a carry-all while wading past the Holiday Market, rushing home just to repack. And now I’m back again, and so many of you are gone.
I had a dream that an old boyfriend said he loved me, finally, that he didn’t know why it took him this long to say so, and in the dream I didn’t believe him and didn’t love him back but was happy he said it. I lived in a beautiful castle stuffed with roommates and things previous tenants had left there and shared a bedroom with two strangers, plus my ex-boyfriend had a new girlfriend, who then became my girlfriend, too.