5/20/2023 0 Comments Weather by jenny offill reviewWeather is written entirely in short, aphoristic flashes like these, the same paragraph-long little parables that Offill deployed to rapturous acclaim in her previous book, 2014’s Dept. Old person worry: What if everything I do does? Young person worry: What if nothing I do matters? “The one where my brother shows up to my apartment and says, Lizzie, can I die here?” There is an elegance even in her more depressing insights, like the following questions, offered early in the book, which I kept thinking about for days, going about my life: “Maybe I can stop having that dream now,” she’ll muse. She is full of anxiety, but she arrives at such a beautifully laconic mode of expression that the effect is lulling rather than unsettling. The narrator’s mood is, in a pleasing way, internally contradictory. That’s about all there is to say about the premise and plot-like most high-literary fiction of the 2010s, this novel is propelled by voice, not machinery.
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