No One Is Talking About This: A Novel

Mostly, though, it passed into you, you, you, you, until she had no idea where she ended and the rest of the crowd began.

She put one true word after another and put the words in the portal. All at once they were not true, not as true as she could have made them.

This did not feel like real life, exactly, but nowadays what did?

take it for granted that at some point in the course of human events you will see a reason to put increasing amounts of your balls online.

It spoke of something deep in human beings, how hard she had to pinch herself when she started thinking of it all as a metaphor.

The question that was the pure liquid element of the portal—who am I failing to protect?—had found its stopped-clock answer.

the doctor who must have felt a ping in her lower belly the moment we lost the Supreme Court,

During these appearances there entered into her body what she thought of as a demon of performance, an absolutely intact personality that she had no access to in ordinary times. It was not just inside her, but spilled a little beyond; it struck huge gestures off her body like sparks from a flint.

In contrast with her generation, which had spent most of its time online learning to code so that it could add crude butterfly animations to the backgrounds of its weblogs, the generation immediately following had spent most of its time online making incredibly bigoted jokes in order to laugh at the idiots who were stupid enough to think they meant