Ava

Underlying racist tone, othering queer relationships. Too personal to call it as a strong feminist work. Though I loved the writing-style and it will stay in my mind rent free, the whole book was a disappointment. I expected more from a writer whose poems I used to admire alot.

A very tragic portrayal of the harsh realities in a capitalist society and the profound impact of its values on a family's aspirations and their unattainable dreams. Miller knew well how to use the expressionist elements to convey the human aspect of struggling. This story evoked strong emotions in me, and I cried for Willy. Willy Loman, despite his flaws, left a deep impression on me by his never-ending journey with the fragments of his cracked self-cognition. It's astounding how this narrative transcends race and nationality to shed light on the universal yearning for distant desires fueled by the American Dream. Anywhere we live, we live it day by day. The depiction of depression, self-delusion, and coping mechanisms in desperation, deeply resonate with our lives today, revealing the disillusionment that arises from governments' shattered promises. In this world, where internal struggles consume you without leading to any real fulfillment, the pressure to achieve at any cost is relentless. The narrative skillfully exposes the harsh truth that in America, (and today, anywhere!) success is expected regardless of one's circumstances, branding those who fall short as lazy. This poignant tale highlights the foundation of a society that demands sacrifice and perseverance, regardless of one's starting point. And labelling that as a “natural” process of hard working.

This captivating prose deserved to be longer.

Maybe it was wanna be edgy and never close to a real shock horror experience. But it was a tragedy, resonating with one most of us experience daily. The ending made me cry. What made it scary for me was the embodiment of my true fears, that kind of loneliness I might not be able to get detached from and leading me to write a whole new alternative life of myself, to save myself within a fake, fake, fake imagery. It was fucking sad.

Every details were too realistic now I can taste the bitter death and opium under my tongues.