Not only that, but she doesn't take you there with her either, she pushes you away and describes it to you from a distance. She wants to be "strange" and to describe a unique and unusual experience that is really anything but. But LaCava does not let you say "I've been there" and she doesn not let you laugh. I wanted to laugh when she walked out of the dance and threw herself face-down into the dirt with loneliness and shame-not in a cruel way, but in an understanding, I've-been-there way. There is no humor in the book instead, LaCava takes herself and her experience so seriously that it's confusing. The obsession with objects and the book-report-like footnotes served no purpose but to keep the reader at a distance by avoiding human emotion. I found this book impossible to relate to. The two stars are for the look and feel of the book itself and for Matthew Nelson's lovely drawings.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |