I love Roxane Gay's writing and her ability to be extremely honest while still situating her experiences within the world and tying together the link between the two remains wonderful. She's astute about everything and her approach towards media in particular - that art should not be censored, but absolutely can deserve censure and - is formative to the way that I think.
I'm bad at reading slowly (she says, in an understatement) and I can see the way that Gay returns to specific topics over an over again, sometimes in a way that deepens her discussion of a theme, but sometimes because the nature of opinion writing means that you say the same thing every year. I suspect Gay also wishes she had fewer articles in a row about the deaths of Black Americans at the hands of the police. In a collection like this, that's part of the point. While the specific presentation of sadness and frustration and relentlessness is the choice of the author's, the world that makes it an important artistic choice is not. Sometimes good art also makes us feel bad and it's on us to do something with it.