Just Watch Me
Dark, comedic set-up.
“The line between surveillance and communion is thin but strong: not a knife’s edge but a discernible, navigable border.” Page 22.
Starts with that as a point.
The relentless need to bring minutiae of life into focus for everyone, a post-modern spin?
”There’s an intimacy to streaming, like inviting people not into your home but into your brain.” Page 104.
Really, more like false intimacy, implied, but not for real. The short novel is a post-modern spin from inside the head of a 20-something who can’t et it together in NYC. Kicked out of a food-service job, she starts a live stream to help raise money to keep her brain-dead baby-sister alive on life support.
Told first-person, peppered with the literary equivalent of screen shots to show what the audience of her live stream thinks.
Just Watch Me
It’s a darkly comic voice that tells a tale of death, redemption, and friendship — real friendship — against the backdrop of the of the post-modern, interconnected world, now streaming live.
