All Fours
Miranda July
The New York Times–bestselling author of The First Bad Man returns with an irreverently sexy, tender, hilarious, and surprising novel about a woman upending her life A semifamous artist announces her plan to drive cross-country, from LA to New York. Twenty minutes after leaving her husband and child at home, she spontaneously exits the freeway, beds down in a nondescript motel, and immerses herself in a temporary reinvention that turns out to be the start of an entirely different journey. Miranda July’s second novel confirms the brilliance of her unique approach to fiction. With July’s wry voice, perfect comic timing, unabashed curiosity about human intimacy, and palpable delight in pushing boundaries, All Fours tells the story of one woman’s quest for a new kind of freedom. Part absurd entertainment, part tender reinvention of the sexual, romantic, and domestic life of a forty-five-year-old female artist, All Fours transcends expectation while excavating our beliefs about life lived as a woman. Once again, July hijacks the familiar and turns it into something new and thrillingly, profoundly alive.
What a wild relationship one can have with one's mother...
0She seems so incredibly alone in her marriage...but it seems to be a self-imposed distance?
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way too much piss, shit, and blood for me
I should've dnf'd it when she let a dude piss in her hands and then he followed it up by changing her tampon for her
0I'm a big fan of Miranda July's short stories, and this novel was not that for me...I was immediately captured by the narrator and the strangeness of the plot until about 40% through at which point it lost momentum and became diaristic. I normally like a character-driven novel, but I found the narrator extremely dislikable. Had this been a short story that ended after the first third, I would of been a fan
0This book was a wild ride -- I wasn't ready for it. Just as I was about to write it off (but still finish it b/c I cannot with unfinished things) b/c it seemed way out there and unrelatable, it suddenly became relatable in a not-the-circumstances-but-the-feelings way. Whoa! And then where it ended/wrapped up -- yep. As a 40 something year old woman who's been married, divorced, long-term situationshipped, and also recently had a hysterectomy (TMI much?), this was a sudden whoa into feeling seen (in non-obvious ways). Now I'm convincing my friends to read it b/c I feel like we have so much to discuss!
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