![]() ![]() In time, love becomes a dense manuscript, a palimpsest of inscrutable, epic proportions, one love is overlaying another, thick and hot and stinking of beds. With the coming of words, love writes and is then overwritten love is marginalia illegibly scrawled in your own illegible hand. The New Republic Riotously funny and deliriously unhinged, Chelsea G. One love coats another, like the clear pages of an anatomy textbook, drawing pictures of things we can only ever see in fractions. This promiscuous mixing of feelings and touches, of smiles and cries in the dark, of half-pushed pleasures and heart-cracking pain, of shared unutterable intimacies and guttural expressions, layer in embellished bricolage. Why, I wonder now, did I kill him ponders Dorothy Daniels from her prison cell. Over time, one love comes to lay atop another, a mother's love, a father's love, a lover's love, a friend's love, an enemy's love. Think Eat, Pray, Love if the narrator were a wildly articulate and charming cannibal. ![]() ![]() Love becomes describable, narratable, relatable. fiction contemporary horror literary thriller dark funny medium-paced. “Preverbal, love is the smell of a known body, the touch of a recognized hand, the blurred face in a haze of light. 240 pages first pub 2019 ISBN/UID: 9781951213145. ![]()
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