“A mixture of Mary Gaitskill and Kelly Link, she isn’t afraid to write about sex, violence, loss, or desire—no matter how dark it gets, or how real it feels.” --Richard Thomas at The Rumpus. “She digs deep for those, into places that make her and the reader feel like monsters. She almost named the book I Am Not a Monster in part because she often feels like one. And that is it right there…
Today I am a lonely, sexless book looking for love and understanding. I set up a Tinder profile last night. I’ve never done anything like this before. Does this mean I’ve hit rock bottom? Ha! As if loneliness had a bottom. Loneliness only has more and more depths to sink into; each one a new level of soul-destruction. There is no bottom. There are no rocks. It’s just a black eternity. Anyway. The profile is…