---Initially, Fishman’s narrator is herself an aspiring ascetic. A young barista adrift in Brooklyn, Eve is concerned by the various evils of modern life – capitalism, sexism, environmental degradation – but remains unsure what, if anything, she can do about them. “My friends and I were raised without real religion and without a comparable ethics of living through which to filter our beliefs and ambitions,” she reports. “We were encouraged to care deeply about the state of our world but our ability to affect it personally was very much in doubt.” ---
That's about as far as I got in the review. Fishman is hot. And she's indulging her hotness and defending that as "an intellectual". There was something new in that once.
The culture of asceticism is an indulgence of American suburbanites who've moved to the big city, displacing people who grow up in a world of moral ambiguity not as an idea but a fact of life. A wise man once wrote: "I know a few dudes doin' life bids in jail/And they way smarter than the white kids in Yale".
To say the same in my own words: if art were about morality, killers wouldn't know how to dance.
Smart sexy narcissists are good in bed, and minor artists at best.
---Initially, Fishman’s narrator is herself an aspiring ascetic. A young barista adrift in Brooklyn, Eve is concerned by the various evils of modern life – capitalism, sexism, environmental degradation – but remains unsure what, if anything, she can do about them. “My friends and I were raised without real religion and without a comparable ethics of living through which to filter our beliefs and ambitions,” she reports. “We were encouraged to care deeply about the state of our world but our ability to affect it personally was very much in doubt.” ---
That's about as far as I got in the review. Fishman is hot. And she's indulging her hotness and defending that as "an intellectual". There was something new in that once.
The culture of asceticism is an indulgence of American suburbanites who've moved to the big city, displacing people who grow up in a world of moral ambiguity not as an idea but a fact of life. A wise man once wrote: "I know a few dudes doin' life bids in jail/And they way smarter than the white kids in Yale".
To say the same in my own words: if art were about morality, killers wouldn't know how to dance.
Smart sexy narcissists are good in bed, and minor artists at best.