I just completed Hunger by Roxane Gay. I know she's a bit of an intellectual celebrity these days, but I just couldn't stand her writing style--full of staccato, elliptical sentences, and a lot of repetition. Most of her chapters could be boiled down to a one-sentence precis. The book is a quick read but wears out its welcome long before it is over.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
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