A review by ellenguyenphuonglinh
One Week in January: New Paintings for an Old Diary by Carson Ellis

3.0

I'm not especially proud of the impression I make in this journal. I cringe at my twee turns of phrase and my casual mentions of Hemingway and Soviet art films. But I've made a point not to edit it much. I love this twenty-five-year-old me, and I'm not mad at her for trying too hard. I'm a carefully stoic diarist, but beneath all the flatness and comic tedium runs a true current of sorrow and longing. This is the diary of a young artist with no money and few prospects. She's just moved into yet another shabby warehouse, and she's in love with her best friend, who appears to be in love with everyone but her. From the ouside, things look dismal, but her life is brimming with possibility. Sometimes she even knows it.