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morgansturgess's review against another edition
challenging
emotional
sad
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
2.0
lukel's review against another edition
challenging
emotional
reflective
sad
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.5
Content Warnings
Graphic: Toxic relationship and Death of parent
hstcrow's review
emotional
mysterious
reflective
sad
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
4.0
ken_bookhermit's review against another edition
5.0
All desire is insatiable and ultimately narcissistic.
I've heard it said a bunch of times before—Lacan has said it, and so did poets—but there is something about the conviction this time around. But also maybe the added jab about narcissism. I want to contest it, but a part of me thinks it true.
The whole thematic energy of Tell it Slant reminds me of [b:Syzygy, Beauty: An Essay|12964215|Syzygy, Beauty An Essay|T. Fleischmann|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1328693428l/12964215._SX50_.jpg|18122030] except told in prose and involves a lot more past-is-prologue back-and-forth, which I found is genius, the way it's handled. No explanations, no pre-amble. One is simply flung back with trust that one will get it.
And I don't think it's a recent occurrence for me to be entranced by narratives that blur the sense of time. As much as I see the merit in not binding oneself to one's past, it is still an unfortunate truth that one is still their past by way of influence and perspective.
Anyway. I appreciate how short it is. I don't think I can stomach it if it was any longer. The whole text is this heightened sense of emotion-experience that left me a little queasy, but every sentence is a delight, if one is delighted by a hand gripping one's heart.
I've heard it said a bunch of times before—Lacan has said it, and so did poets—but there is something about the conviction this time around. But also maybe the added jab about narcissism. I want to contest it, but a part of me thinks it true.
The whole thematic energy of Tell it Slant reminds me of [b:Syzygy, Beauty: An Essay|12964215|Syzygy, Beauty An Essay|T. Fleischmann|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1328693428l/12964215._SX50_.jpg|18122030] except told in prose and involves a lot more past-is-prologue back-and-forth, which I found is genius, the way it's handled. No explanations, no pre-amble. One is simply flung back with trust that one will get it.
And I don't think it's a recent occurrence for me to be entranced by narratives that blur the sense of time. As much as I see the merit in not binding oneself to one's past, it is still an unfortunate truth that one is still their past by way of influence and perspective.
Anyway. I appreciate how short it is. I don't think I can stomach it if it was any longer. The whole text is this heightened sense of emotion-experience that left me a little queasy, but every sentence is a delight, if one is delighted by a hand gripping one's heart.
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