A review by tylergfoster
The First Bad Man, by Miranda July

5.0

If you, like me, are someone who enjoys Miranda July's work, her novel The First Bad Man is essential. Her film The Future is among my favorite movies of all time, and yet this novel is so good it makes me wish she would dedicate her time to writing more of them. I lost count of the number of times I had to pause because I was laughing so hard at another description of the kind of left-turn neurotic logic that for me captures the conundrum of being alive in a profoundly stupid, beautiful, incoherent world. It is no surprise that she does not want the book to be adapted into a movie (although I would kill to peek into the universe where she allowed Josephine Decker to fulfill her dream of making one), because I cannot imagine a movie capturing a tenth of what makes the book great -- all of that time spent in Cheryl's head.