The Lonely Letters
By Ashon T. Crawley
From the review:
“You’re no longer reading; you’re relating. You’re no longer dispassionate and distanced; you’re enraptured. The epistolary structure of the text dispossesses you of your analytic—perhaps philosophical—capacities. The style of the prose—as intimate as it is vulnerable, as theoretical as it is impassioned—has gotten you caught up. This book is changing you. You can’t feel the neutrinos passing through you, but you know they’re there.
This isn’t a book anymore; it’s something else. By the time you’re finished, you’re listening to your breathing like A does. You’re making art; you’re finding your joy.
You now know; you can’t review this book.
Because you haven’t just read a book. You’ve had an encounter. A beautiful, blackqueer, encounter.” – Biko Gray