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A review by sebmoya16
Afterparties by Anthony Veasna So
5.0
it’s a tragedy that Anthony won’t be able to continue his career.
when I first started this collection, I wasn’t sold that it was meant to be a “generation defining collection.” I had heard a lot of hype, but there was something intangible that was throwing me off. maybe i was uncomfortable with the themes, with the approach of the stories, or the style. Each individual story grew on me, and brought further into the world the author intended for us to experience (because understanding is hardly possible).
standing back and looking at the entire collection has left me empty and full. I’m left with the impression that few people of my generation have been able to successfully grapple with so many moving parts while leaving the reader with a sense of truth. there is honesty and vulnerability in all these stories. there’s pain and trauma seeping through the foundations of these characters that laughter attempts to cover up. this collection is what every good collection aspires to be: a spectrum of experiences that have many voices under one brilliant set of eyes, and honors them.
it’s a tragedy that Anthony wont be able to bring us further into his world. it’s all just pretty fucking tragic
when I first started this collection, I wasn’t sold that it was meant to be a “generation defining collection.” I had heard a lot of hype, but there was something intangible that was throwing me off. maybe i was uncomfortable with the themes, with the approach of the stories, or the style. Each individual story grew on me, and brought further into the world the author intended for us to experience (because understanding is hardly possible).
standing back and looking at the entire collection has left me empty and full. I’m left with the impression that few people of my generation have been able to successfully grapple with so many moving parts while leaving the reader with a sense of truth. there is honesty and vulnerability in all these stories. there’s pain and trauma seeping through the foundations of these characters that laughter attempts to cover up. this collection is what every good collection aspires to be: a spectrum of experiences that have many voices under one brilliant set of eyes, and honors them.
it’s a tragedy that Anthony wont be able to bring us further into his world. it’s all just pretty fucking tragic