2025 Readings 65

 This morning I finished Miranda July's All Fours. I came to it in a strange way, in that I read an article in the BBC which discussed how the novel was single-handedly tearing book clubs down the middle. I talked to Janet about it, but she didn't seem impressed, but then she picked up a copy at a local bookstore and thought it sounded interesting. So, as part of my year of reading things that I normally don't read, I took a gamble. I don't know if I loved it, but I think I liked it quite a bit, and lord knows I finished it in just a few days. I didn't know that she was 1) born in Barre, right down the road, and 2) that it's, as hard to believe as it might seem, is at least partially autobiographical. If nothing else I give her a ton of credit for courage, and I'm definitely going to check out her other books and films. Some of it, at least to me, clearly didn't work, and only made sense if it was designed to be purely metaphorical tools (the idiotic young dancer and the decorated room in the rundown hotel, both of which, I guess, are also unbelievable enough to be completely believable).