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Aug 19, 2018Indoorcamping rated this title 4 out of 5 stars
Deborah Levy is genius writer of memoir, as exemplified by "The Cost of Living" and "Things I Don't Want to Know" and an award winning success in her plays to screenplays, as well. This is the first fiction book I've read for years, and the only reason is that I ran out of non-fiction from this author and, like chocolate, I could not stop. So yes, it's full of the strange brilliance and cool, complicated narrative that I could not get enough of in her memoirs. But no, it's still fiction and I just can't stand when themes run through novels like commercials through a good podcast, repeating and hammering in the concepts until you want to just say STOP. I am the perfect audience for these themes, too, as I enjoy stories about mothers and daughters, strange journeys, estranged fathers, and, most importantly, standing in the crossroads of your future, not taking a step in any direction, being directionless and frozen and yet full of intensity and longing and hope and anger. I also was kind of grossed out by the amount of breast commentary, but it is titled, "Hot Milk" so what was I expecting?