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renreads2much's review against another edition
The book is an interesting concept, writing about people who passed away alone, and using symbolism and analysis to compare your own loneliness to theirs. Finding parts of yourself in someone else's story. Despite the concept, I overall found the book too mundane and melancholy for my personal liking, and the end of each essay that I read, which were three, just felt like the same overall message. Talking about being alone or whatnot. I don't know, just not for me.
theoreticalsiren's review against another edition
dark
emotional
hopeful
reflective
sad
medium-paced
4.0
sea_uh_dahmay's review against another edition
3.0
If u want a direct shot into my brain read part 1 of this book
laurencarsley's review against another edition
3.0
This book has some pretty sentence level writing but the author sort of loses the plot about a third of the way.
seeceeread's review against another edition
Swallowing and swallowing and swallowing the bitter makes you immune to the harm, and before you know it you are happy to think this is how you are to be fed.
Dixon doesn't exactly indulge in her despair, as witness how it influences her, how she makes room and routines and rituals for it. While she's sometimes hopeful, she more often acknowledges her catastrophizing, the thoughts that find a future in which today's unpleasantness has become a prolonged, ever-present: What if she's always lonely? Perpetually performing? Forever disjointed?
This feels like a fogged mirror of our times, a chopped up remix of what it is to be online but alone, creative for clicks, adrift in the manufactured always-happy of our public personas. Dixon writes from the other side of the fun house mirror, wanting to be seen as weary, not horrifying, as needing, not needy. Wanting to be seen (or does she?) Her words stretch into the upset, the gut twist of wondering whether her full self can be, let alone embraced.