what's the genealogy for this kind of literary memoir, with this voice? everything has the hell written out of it, for sure, but somehow reading it i feel like there would be no point to thinking seriously about it, not because of the author's business about not telling the truth, but just because the stylization seems so automatic now - and i am not a person who reads a lot of contemporary 'literary' non/fiction - that it seems like there could be little to it but performance. i guess i felt similarly reading maggie nelson last year.
― j., Monday, 19 December 2016 06:28 (seven years ago) link