“'Nobody Is Ever Missing' is composed mostly of long, languid sentences that push into the night like headlights. They’re the sign of a writer settling in for a long backcourt game, one who is going to wear you down rather than go in for the kill. Sometimes these sentences lose their way, stall out or end up doubling back on themselves. Just as often, they are improbably beautiful, or simply cool and knowing.”—
I loved this book so much and am thrilled that it received such a positive review today.
My two favorite books so far this year, ‘Nobody Is Ever Missing’ and Roxane Gay’s ‘An Untamed State’, both follow women (Elyria and Mirelle) who have suddenly left their homes - albeit under t r e m e n d o u s l y different circumstances. They’re two women I will not soon forget. Two women who are as deserving of your attention as the writers who created them.
Some of my favorite tracks from film scores are the openers. The wordless prologues given the honor to open the movie and establish its atmosphere in a matter of seconds. (To be fair, I decided this only minutes ago while listening to The Piano, but after a few minutes I was able to think of a few more.)
So I made a Spotify playlist! One I will try to update regularly! The Essential Openers!
“After reportedly sneaking into the Kennedy compound in Hyannisport on Tuesday night, having a lovely chat with Ted Kennedy Jr.’s son, and relaxing with a book, he told cops he was just looking for Katy Perry.”—Gawker wrote about me.
“I didn’t realize…I thought that was gay life. We didn’t know. We thought that that was what being gay was: Party at somebody’s friend’s house, disco, bathhouse, afterwards we’d eat ice cream sodas at one of these places on Sheridan Square, and then go to the trucks, and then go to the piers, and after the piers, go into the bushes in Central Park, and that was the gay life. It was nothing; it was just pure sex. Loads of sex, sex, sex on top of sex, but all in the dark, and I remember praying at the baths, “God, get me out!” ‘cause they’re all skinny shaved-headed guys on these bunks, and it looked just like Auschwitz, and, “Oh, God, get me out of these bathhouses, I hate it!” I thought gay and slut and addict is all the same thing, and it’s not. I realized that, in South Dakota, a backroom was where you keep the beer. I thought everything was a backroom for gay men, you see?”—The Pull - The Awl
“Some people make us feel more human and some people make us feel less human and that is a fact as much as gravity is a fact and maybe there are ways to prove it, but the proof of it matters less that the existence of it—how a stranger can show up and look at you and make you make more sense to yourself and the world, even if that sense is extremely fragile and only comes around occasionally and is prone to wander or fade—what matters is that sometimes sense is made between two people and I don’t know if it’s random or there is any kind of order to it, what combinations of people work the best and why and how do we find these people and how do we keep these people around, and I don’t know if it’s chaos or not chaos but it feels like chaos to me so I suppose it is.”—Catherine Lacey’s Nobody Is Ever Missing is filled with sentences as beautiful as this one. Typing it out was exhausting but also wonderful because I got to revisit it.