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a review site that resents its subjects.
Kazuki Mori — Virago Press, 2024
It wants you to feel things. Desperately, pathetically, with the kind of naked yearning that ought to be embarrassing. And it works — which is the unforgivable part. Mori constructs her sentences like geological strata: pressure over time producing something dense, iridescent, and ultimately resistant to easy description.
The emotional architecture is immaculate. Every chapter opens with a refusal and closes with a concession. The protagonist does not grow — she accumulates fractures, each one revealing crystal structure beneath the opaque exterior.
A record that reaches toward warmth and never arrives. The production is flawless. This is being said with contempt.
6Forty-seven minutes of a woman standing near a window. It deserved every award it received, unfortunately.
9It organizes thought with surgical precision and zero regard for whether the thoughts deserve organization.
7The gallery presented nine sculptures of things that might break. Two did. The artist called it unplanned. It wasn't.
5" everything reviewed here deserved it. "