Evoked a very similar feeling to Red Pill by Hari Kunzru where I was couldn't look too close or linger too long for fear of recognizing myself in the text.
Doesn't quite stick the landing in the way Kunzru does. I also found myself wishing this book was just a little more subtle - I wanted it to let me make my own connections but I found it very prescriptive about it's own interpretation.
i like new weird
i like vibes-based writing
i liked borne well enough to pick this up
i do not like when one sentence has no connection to the next
i do not like when descriptions are so detached from a grounded reality that i cannot even guess at what information the author wants me to take away from any given scene
dnf'd after 2 chapters
Really astounding. Every single time I thought I understood what this book was about it took a hard left turn. First it was maybe about how parasocial interaction feeds toxic relationships, then it was about how people change (and how they don't) with their environment, then it was about how grief and technology intersect. Very briefly it was about ghosts. With the last 10% of the book I'm not even sure anymore if it can be said to be about one thing but I do know I want to talk about this book with anyone who will listen.