Help me with this. I was amazed and annoyed at every other sentence. But it might be like how I used to say disparaging things about Dave Eggers but only because I just wanted to be him. But really I don’t know what to do with Ben Lerner, with this. I mean, this isn’t New Yorker short story material - Right?!
I wish the title was “Calling” or “Reaching Out” (since that’s what this is: an outstretched hand, a grasping at something) instead of “The Media” which is so on-the-nose that it’s on the nose of the nose. I basically imagined a guy walking across a hill, on his cell phone, leaving a voicemail, but he doesn’t realize his phone died and so he’s just talking into a dead piece of plastic and metal and he can’t see anything around him, the beauty or the apocalypse, because he’s just talking talking talking. You?
What on Earth is happening here?
Help me with this. I was amazed and annoyed at every other sentence. But it might be like how I used to say disparaging things about Dave Eggers but only because I just wanted to be him. But really I don’t know what to do with Ben Lerner, with this. I mean, this isn’t New Yorker short story material - Right?!
I wish the title was “Calling” or “Reaching Out” (since that’s what this is: an outstretched hand, a grasping at something) instead of “The Media” which is so on-the-nose that it’s on the nose of the nose. I basically imagined a guy walking across a hill, on his cell phone, leaving a voicemail, but he doesn’t realize his phone died and so he’s just talking into a dead piece of plastic and metal and he can’t see anything around him, the beauty or the apocalypse, because he’s just talking talking talking. You?