Hey! Bloody freezing all of a sudden, isn’t it? Last night I finished The First Bad Man by Miranda July. I actually read for 2 hours straight – something I haven’t done for ages. I’m definitely back into reading, in the way only a massive introvert/hermit can be in the winter.
I first read Miranda July when a uni friend gave me her book of short stories, Nobody Belongs Here More Than You as a gift. I knew from those stories that she had the kind of ‘voice’ I really enjoy. She writes about the feelings, atmospheres and nuances of life so well, it’s ridiculous. All of those thoughts and feelings you think only you have ever had? She writes about them in perfect clarity, leaving you feeling both shocked and relieved that there is someone else who feels obscure emotions you thought didn’t exist outside of your own consciousness. Basically, if you feel you’re a bit weird then Miranda July’s stories make you feel far less alone about it.
