At Certain Points We Touch

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At Certain Points We Touch

At Certain Points We Touch

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The writing is gloriously unabashed, skimming effortlessly from the esoteric to the ribald, from the poetic to the pragmatic, though you kind of have also accept it’s as extra as fuck. i had thought that your predilection of for transfemmes and androgynes would serve me well, keep me safe, but in reality you didn’t ever consider any of us as serious candidates, did you? In one of those “queer circles are too small” moments, it turns out I’m actually reasonably familiar with the work of this author, having seen them in performance several times over the years. Their ensuing affair, with its violent, animal intensity and its intoxicating and toxic power play will initiate a dance of repulsion and attraction that will cross years, span continents, drag in countless victims - and culminate in terrible betrayal. Their ensuing affair, with its violent, animal intensity and its intoxicating and toxic power plays initiates a dance of repulsion and attraction that will cross years, span continents, drag in countless victims-and culminate in terrible betrayal.

I was pleased to see mention of Ocean Vuong around the 85% mark because there are so many things about At Certain Points We Touch that reminded me of Vuong’s work. But these aren’t things that are most pronounced when you are in love, they are truths, which reveal themselves over time, like the bones of a skeleton as the flesh rots away.On the anniversary of her lover's death, she descends into a fit of hypergraphia—chronicling—through an open letter directed at the deceased reader—her life predominantly through the lens of the tremulous and exultant relationship with the complex rendered dead. I did like this book for the most part but this did have some moments that just dragged and it made it harder for me to read. Overall, I appreciated what the author was trying to do, and I wish that the indulgence of the writing style didn’t bring me out of the story as much.

And at another point, addressing the lost Leapling: “I wonder if you would have come to hate me if I had left the final residuals of maleness behind me during your lifetime, during our love affair? In classic bildungsroman fashion, we follow the narrator from San Francisco back to London, then into New York City’s demimonde — a high-wire life subsidized, barely, by table dancing — and then to London again. Thank you to the publisher for providing me an advanced e-copy via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.Lauren John Joseph is exploring some interesting themes here, using fiction as a medium, around what we do with memory and grief, and how looking back at our lives changes what we see, and I appreciated the nuance with which they tackle this subject matter, especially around the things that we can discover about ourselves when looking back at the people we used to know. Chillingly, there’s a mention of him probably having voted for Brexit, had he had the opportunity even. That being said, I really didn’t like the epilogue as the final image of the book, and the format as a letter meant that there were some narrative threads that I wish had been tied a little tighter. It is, by the way, “very gay”, in terms of the graphic sex scenes and lens with which male bodies are displayed, talked about, and sexualized, with, you know, lots of sex.

Even so, it takes a decade to run its course, providing moments of dizzy intoxication and wild abandon before cruel betrayal kicks in. All that being said, I couldn’t finish this book because the gratuitous use of drugs as though casual encounters of an ice-cream truck in summer, put me off. From the millennial club scene, to philosophy, to religion, to history, and popular culture this a book that hasn’t met a reference it doesn’t want to squeeze in somewhere. I found the character of Thomas James to be very far from my personal taste and I can't tell you why, but I couldn't understand why the main character kept coming back to him.I don’t mean that, as a compliment, only a thought that comes to mind when I think of the world where left to deal with now”. It’s a novel of moments and of memory, the ultimate unreliability of both, and the pain of incomplete connection: whether that’s because of gender, or class, or geography, or, y’know, actual death. And without it, you just get the quite long-winded tale of a terrible person who you’re literally waiting to die. I am convinced that any fans of Vuong’s On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous will find a new favorite here. Ten years earlier, our young narrator and a boy named Thomas James fall into bed with one another over the summer of their graduation.

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