I don't typically write reviews here, but my God did this book frustrate me. I see what the author is going for thematically, and it could be really beautiful! The concepts of language and culture being so deeply intertwined–and what it means to lose one, and subsequently both, of those–is so multilayered and complicated. But the complicated nature of that idea does not constitute the overly wordy, deeply pretentious, and at the end of the day, utterly exhausting nature of this book. It feels like Dimock is putting words together just to make himself sound more intelligent, even though the words don't make sense together. I mean honestly, what the hell does “exclusive means of combining intervals of duration with ethically coherent continuities of expression” even mean? I have read and reread that line in the hopes of piecing something together, and yet I remain lost! And that's not even talking about how often Dimock quotes from entirely different texts (which is obnoxiously often).
But at least he's critiquing American imperialism for what little of the book is actually his own writing! Take that USA! Fuck the system or whatever.
In short, there are about a million other books that tackle those themes and ideas in different, and significantly better, ways. Go read those ones instead
Adding another little update now that I'm writing a paper about this god forsaken book: “An unsurvivable impunity of respectability” makes VERY little sense. It has taken me a solid 5 minutes to parse through the full sentence this phrase is a part of, which is frankly absurd given that it isn't even a very long sentence! All this man does in this novel is write intentionally wordy–and grammatically frustrating–sentences for no other reason than to confuse the reader and make himself sound that much smarter. Frankly, I would rather try to make sense of a Colleen Hoover novel put through several rounds of Google Translate than have to read this shit show of a novel ever again.