I’m torn on this one — it had some high highs but elsewhere it lost me. It’s one of those that contains a lot of deeply meaningful personal moments that will either resonate with you hard or else feel a bit curious as you fail to grasp the significance or what meaning exactly you should be taking from it. I’m pretty ok with that, because what I loved most about this book — and her gorgeous writing style in general — is how it made me think. It takes you so many places, mentally and in the odd and surprising locations she drops in (the Museum of Death, the Morbid Anatomy Museum) and is so strange and dark but also thoughtful and lovely. It puts you in a weird but not unpleasant mental state, if that makes sense.
The interweaving of pop culture/horror movie themes and stories was what initially made me hesitate about reading this, until I saw Elissa Washuta call it a sister book to White Magic (or something to that effect) and that book is the best thing I’ve read in forever, so obviously I was going to get this immediately. I’m not a horror fan but I did love them in an I’m-repelled-by-this-but-also-fascinated way in high school, so I was familiar with a lot of her references, and some are just basic pop culture knowledge. I didn’t find that the concept of horror movies as an idea made as much sense against the personal narrative, but again, I didn’t really care. I liked the musing, meandering nature of it and the general undertone of menace it has. Like much of life, which seems to be a point she’s making, in some way.
I see why Elissa Washuta made that connection between these two texts, and it’s what I loved about this when it’s at its best. It’s a similar dreamy style of “essays” that are really more choppy stream-of-consciousness memoir along with cultural observations broken into short paragraphs that quickly jump topics but pulling common threads along with them. She really has a talent for writing about tough, disturbing topics (mental illness, sexual assault, suicide) in a way that allows you to see how another person processes and lives with these events without being gut-punchingly painful to read and absorb. She has an interesting way of how much she reveals in the telling of it.
Very glad I read it, I just wanted it to always be as good as its best moments.