![]() “This is great!” does not a critique make. But they are all firmly rooted in Crosley’s experience and perspective, which is just what we want.Īt a certain point, around page 31, I started worrying that the feeling taking hold of me - that I wanted to you-should-read-this to all my like-minded friends - would obscure my ability to say anything intelligent about the book, as is required in a book review. The pieces sometimes employ light reporting, as with an interview with the man who buys her expired website in order to extort money from her (“Wolf”), and another (“Relative Stranger”) with her first cousin once removed, a porn star named Johnny Seeman (yes, that’s his real name). In personal essays that range from the short and pithy to the long and involved, Crosley mines the absurdities of life in her 30s in New York City for both humor and deep human feeling. But pretty much any mood would’ve been conducive to appreciating Crosley’s work here. ![]() I WAS BEYOND GRUMPY when I began reading Sloane Crosley’s third collection of essays, Look Alive Out There - which, it turns out, was exactly the right frame of mind in which to pick it up: within moments, Crosley had charmed me out of my bad humor. ![]()
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