No One Belongs Here More Than You
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Miranda July
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Miranda July
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Critic reviews
There's beauty and tenderness here as well as great wit and, like the best stories, a delicious sense of the unexpected
Intimate, original and more than a little strange, these are tales about people who are baffled and often overwhelmed by life.
Blisteringly good.
July's short fiction is quirky and self-consciously postmodern in style . . . The best of her stories adds a depth of emotional truth which can persuade you to believe in her most oddball worlds.
Pithy -
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My favourite is the 'swimming coach' one.
I totally recommend!
Brilliant!
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Dazzlingly unique
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short stories that feel like dessert
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I do feel bad giving only 3 stars, if I could have given 3.5 I would. The stories are beautifully written and performed, July's dialogue is excellent and feels extremely real, she's funny and witty. What bothered me to the point that I had to take a break about halfway through was the fact that all stories seemed to be variations of each other and they all seemed to lack purpose. It was always (or almost always? I can't think of an exception) about a woman's life being destroyed, or about her being stuck in a rut and trying to get out of it but being unable to - disturbingly, incest seems to be a bit of a motif, and while I think the last story was meant to be about a mothering kind of love, it read like grooming. Some stretches felt like Joy Williams in that they both don't shy away from the surreal, but to me, July's stories, while observant and eloquent, lacked purpose; I left empty handed, so to speak.
white melancholy
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