I’d been listening to men talk since I arrived in New York City. That’s what men liked to do. Talk. Profess like experts. When one finally came along who didn’t say much, I listened.
The Flamethrowers by Rachel Kushner. This book is fantastic. I’ve been pushing against quoting from it repeatedly (why, I don’t know) but I couldn’t hold out any longer. Another addition to the feminist book club list and probably the best literary fiction I’ve read so far this year. It’s also a great NYC book. Great all around.