“ Rachel Kushner’s brilliant lightning bolt of a novel, The Flamethrowers, straddles two revolutions: the squatter-artist colonization of Manhattan’s SoHo in the 1970s, and the rise of Italy’s radical left during the same period. Its young artist narrator, Reno, is wistful and brutally candid at once, with a voice like a painting — lush and evocative — but also like a scythe. “Enchantment,” she says, describing her dashed hopes after a one-night stand, “means to want something and also to know, somewhere inside yourself, not an obvious place, that you aren’t going to get it.”
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There is a photo hanging in my childhood bedroom of me and a bunch of my high school friends on the Tower of...
- Anonymous said:tell us 10 random facts about yourself
Here’s the stuff that was on my person yesterday.
I learned about belted maxi-pads from Are You There God, It’s Me, Margaret.
Do you know they changed that in the new editions?
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