A review by cdlindwall
I Await the Devil's Coming by Mary MacLane

3.0

Good to know that 19-year-old angst, all-consuming self-pitying, and delusions of grandeur have gone virtually unchanged in 100 some-odd years ha. What I found most moving about her journal was that the thing Mary believes makes her doomed to loneliness—that she is a bizarre, unloveable creature—is in fact exactly what connects her with all of humanity, who grapple with the sense of being misunderstood and ostracized. Human brains are fun, no?

So I’ll give the “poor pathetic Mary Maclane” 3 stars for her often profoundly beautiful writing and her trailblazing as an openly bisexual feminist who owned her contrarian genius—even if it wasn’t, as she liked to believe, singular ha.