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Moderate: Addiction, Chronic illness, Drug abuse, Drug use, Suicidal thoughts, Grief, Death of parent
Graphic: Drug abuse, Drug use, Sexual content, Violence
Graphic: Sexual content, Suicidal thoughts, Grief, Death of parent
Moderate: Cancer, Chronic illness, Drug abuse, Drug use, Mental illness, Terminal illness
Minor: Alcoholism, Vomit
Haven't we all at some point felt that our emotional turmoil is entirely unique to ourselves, and also that Joni Mitchell has conveniently written it down in words and turned it into a massive international hit? Rooney's writing, in my experience, evokes that same sense of experiencing something simultaneously deeply personal and infinitely relatable. I constantly vacillate when reading her work between "These feelings must be universal, surely everyone has felt this way," and "I never knew this feeling could be described, I never thought anyone else felt like this". Really, it isn't even what her characters feel that makes Rooney's writing so familiar, but the way they feel. They're bundles of a million incompatible impulses and desires, mundane and pretentious and self-destructive and transcendent all at once. (Just like me and you!)
Life, after all, has not slipped free of its netting. There is no such life, slipping free: life is itself the netting, holding people in place, making sense of things. It is not possible to tear away the constraints and simply carry on a senseless existence. People, other people, make it impossible. But without other people, there would be no life at all. Judgement, reproval, disappointment, conflict: these are the means by which people remain connected to one another.
After all my effusive praise for the novel and my own attempts to pick it apart in my head, I find it hard to say why it's felt so personally impactful. Which is not a bad experience, I think.
Graphic: Suicidal thoughts, Death of parent
Moderate: Chronic illness
Minor: Drug use, Alcohol
Graphic: Drug use, Sexual content, Suicidal thoughts, Grief, Death of parent
Moderate: Car accident
Graphic: Sexual content, Suicidal thoughts, Grief
Moderate: Cancer, Death, Drug use, Death of parent, Alcohol
Minor: Injury/Injury detail, Pandemic/Epidemic
Graphic: Suicidal thoughts, Violence, Grief
Moderate: Alcoholism, Drug use
Graphic: Grief, Death of parent
Moderate: Addiction, Alcoholism, Chronic illness, Drug abuse, Drug use, Suicidal thoughts, Toxic relationship
- I love me some Roons, but I would love to read something by her that doesn’t lean so heavily on what it’s like to be unfathomably brilliant at university in Ireland. Can she do it? Do I really care? Will I read it all and love it all anyway? Of course.
- She has a section at the end with notes about quotes and references that she’s used across the book, particularly in Peter’s mind. I really loved the way she wove all of these in. Peter’s stream of conscious read intuitively to me, and I appreciated that I got some references and didn’t get others—which is how conversations with friends (indulge me) usually work—but that she left me a trail of breadcrumbs at the end. I suppose that what I like most about Sally Rooney is that her style reads intuitively to me—her characters think like I do.
- She is weirdly good at sex scenes. I couldn’t help but wonder (now we’e really indulging me) if the sex scenes read equally well across genders, or if there’s something specifically for the female experience here. They’re really not that explicit but they are still somehow steamy and moving across a variety of pairings.
- God, do we all say actually and literally that much?
Moderate: Alcoholism, Drug abuse, Drug use, Death of parent
Graphic: Drug use, Mental illness, Suicidal thoughts, Grief, Death of parent