No One Belongs Here More Than You
Ratings56
Average rating3.7
Decent story collection as a whole. Full of cringe, awkward, desperate characters and situations because that is what Miranda July is all about. “Majesty,” “Something that Needs Nothing” and the closing “How to Tell Stories to Children” were the standouts for me.
Decent story collection as a whole. Full of cringe, awkward, desperate characters and situations because that is what Miranda July is all about. “Majesty,” “Something that Needs Nothing” and the closing “How to Tell Stories to Children” were the standouts for me.
Human yearning for affection and validation is a relatable topic again and again. The short stories are very much gorgeous in their sadness, but on occasion they flip from pathetic characters to reprehensible ones: “The Sister” (about one man into teenage girls and one into the other man, who leads him on with the promise of a teen sister and feeds him xtc to get him in his bed) made me sick to my stomach to an extent that I can't remember any book doing, which I suppose isn't the worst compliment I could give. Beyond that, topics like sex work and deformity aren't necessarily tackled as well as race and sexuality, so less than perfect in terms of woke points, which is still more than we can expect from most literature.
Human yearning for affection and validation is a relatable topic again and again. The short stories are very much gorgeous in their sadness, but on occasion they flip from pathetic characters to reprehensible ones: “The Sister” (about one man into teenage girls and one into the other man, who leads him on with the promise of a teen sister and feeds him xtc to get him in his bed) made me sick to my stomach to an extent that I can't remember any book doing, which I suppose isn't the worst compliment I could give. Beyond that, topics like sex work and deformity aren't necessarily tackled as well as race and sexuality, so less than perfect in terms of woke points, which is still more than we can expect from most literature.
