A review by jimmylorunning
Idiophone, by Amy Fusselman

5.0

The most creative and poetic essay I've read in a while, and one that captures the quiet desperation of the times we live in (and what a whole fuckload of fun but also tenderly melancholic and long fermented in hardship, empathy, meditation). Ultimately for me it's about celebration. It's about joy and hope, maybe delusional (maybe not); one where we break out of this world i.e. this narrative and into one where an essay like this is possible. Where mice are dancing and getting gay married and cockroaches are riding gall bladder cars. It's not escapism, it's an acknowledgment of everything we can and cannot see, and opting to create another more real reality based on fantasy. Why not? I could go on and on analyzing the many interwoven themes that lace this amazing piece, but it's only 100 pages and you're already dying to read it