A review by forkdogforkfruit
Things That Are by Amy Leach

2.0

If Eddie Izzard imbibed a substantial amount of psilocybin and then tried to channel his inner David Attenborough and Mystic Meg this book stands a chance of being the final product.

The 26 essays in and of themselves are, in places, wonderfully poetic. The writing style is often very disjointed and seems to aim to confuse readers as a means to convince you of the author's arguments which in turn are nothing more than a ramble with nice sounding words interspersed. The subjects are inconsistently anthropomorphised and in doing so the author allows herself to bring in opinion and masquerade it as though it is a factually accurate representation of the topic that is being highlighted. Overall I found this book to be a chore to read even though I can appreciate the aim of positive poetry-like essays.

I picked this book up from the library and loaned it on the basis that Brian Eno had written a recommendation blurb on the front cover. I now know that Brian Eno and I shared different opinions on what is enjoyable literature.