I have absolutely no idea what to say about this book other than it feels like a fever dream??? I cannot tell you a single thing that happened or what it meant. 

I can’t say it was as hard of a  “merciless takedown of late capitalism and our anxious, ill-fated quests for something to believe in” as the synopsis made it seem it would be but it definitely speaks to late capitalism. So much of the book felt like a blurred vision of our capitalist while dissociating through life. However, I do not know what to feel about the book. I wanted so much more out of it than I got. I wanted to know more about everyone and wanted a more grounded story. I genuinely cannot tell what happened this story and if anything was real or a grotesque and exaggerated imagination of the MC.

It’s not for everyone but definitely for you if you want something loosely glossy and reads like a fever dream you have while working at your shit job. 

All I can say for sure is I don’t know.

Just a cute, fun, classic, nostalgic folklore children’s story

Very misogynistic, fatphobic, slut shaming and overall kinda boring with little explanation or character development that keeps you drawn to the story

Meh. Good source of starter info but some of the more personal info that was shared rubbed me the wrong way (specifically when it came to how he talked about feedback/the zine community/what’s truly “~intersectional~”

Maybe it’s bc I know nothing about the author, but I was not really interested in their story and nothing kept me listening. Overall the memoir was fine but it was latent with SO many definitions on racial/sexuality matters (which is important!! But very introductory) and it wasn’t connecting for me