Antkind

I absolutely loved it. I can't summarize it here, but I was incredibly moved by it as a story of isolation, loneliness, memory, loss, the relationship between thought and time and art, and how all of our experience combines within our minds to formulate life, experience– ourselves. It is, at its core, a novel of intricately executed interiority, presented as a spiraling fun house filled with trapdoors of self-awareness and the inescapable primacy of subjectivity. It is also laugh out loud funny; it brought me so many laughs and so much joy as a caustic takedown of contemporary culture and thinking. It was a book I looked forward to picking up each night, and now that it is over, I already miss it. As with any art, your mileage may vary, but this is a book to which I feel a deep connection and which brought me so much melancomic happiness. Calcium forever. ❤️