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These stories are almost all told in the first person, by the same character – a Woody Allen-ish young woman of indeterminate sexual orientation and even more indeterminate personality. This same-ness would work against many authors, as it would seem to not require much originality or even creativity. But these other less fortunate authors would probably possess less entertaining characteristics. Like Michael Caine, it does not matter one whit if Miranda July cannot fully inhabit someone else’s skin, because it is riveting enough seeing the world from her perspective. I loved these stories from start to finish. Her narrator is someone a lot of readers will secretly identify with. A person who is constantly negotiating the most basic rules of social life, as if she is from another planet, or has suddenly woken from a twenty year coma to find herself in an exceedingly strange life. She makes Asperger’s Syndrome seem cool. The compelling thread running through these stories, of course, is love. The narrator, albeit disoriented and alienated, is nevertheless in love almost continually. Usually a hopeless, unreciprocated love; both painful and enriching and best of all, humorous.
I have no idea if this collection is literature, and I do not care. I loved it.
© Cynthia Rogerson
Reproduced with permission
Cynthia Rogerson is a Californian, living near Dingwall. Her first novel, Upstairs in the Tent, was published by Headline Review in 2001. Her short stories and poems have been short-listed in various competitions and included in anthologies and literary magazines, as well as broadcast by the BBC. She has four children, an ex husband in her extension and some hens.
© 2008 Laura Hird All rights reserved.
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