Eley Williams

Somewhere in the world are people who find this book charming, but I am not one of those people. There is a lot of style but little substance here. The author writes, towards the end of this slog through arcane words but little plot, "Simply put is best put." If only she had taken that advice herself. Not recommended.

Mostly unintelligible pretention, with a few good bits. Shame, as the book itself is well made and lovely to hold. I might, perhaps, get the latest edition out of curiosity to see whether it's a less deliberately obtuse collection.

Scrumptious, delightful. I had to actively slow myself down as I read it; it would have been easy to gobble up in a day or two. Reminds me in some ways of Confessions of the Fox by Jordy Rosenberg, the questioning of language and authority and the ways queerness is entirely load-bearing in the way the novel asks such questions. And how much room they both devote to play...

Urgent, anxious, playful, ridiculously clever but deeply felt.