We’re All Missing

A brief review of Nobody Is Ever Missing by Catherine Lacey.

While I did enjoy this very short novel, it is not the sort of work I usually read. It’s a stream of consciousness that consists of what is essentially a long extended contemplation/whinge on the oppressiveness of simply being, told through sometimes-poetic string of run-on sentences by the narrator, Elyria. Though as noted I did like the work, if it had been any longer than it’s brief 150 pages or so I wouldn’t have continued. The narrator is extremely self-focused (though observant), more than a bit annoying, and repetitive.

I understand that this is intentional and that it is for effect. The effect is admirably and fully achieved and if the work had been even 20 pages longer I would not have continued onward. The narrator, as in most of these sorts of novels, learns nothing and is little-changed by her experiences and her extended whinge-fest.

Perhaps all this is uncomfortably like real life, which is of course part of the point of the novel. I understood the character and identified with her, even. She made sense to me. She’s well-drawn and seems like one of those people you see all the time, just mooning through life, barely existing, so much so that you’re unsure what motivates them to continue. They look and sound like they will soon deflate like a cheap supermarket balloon.

With nods to Camus and even David Foster Wallace, the work is an achievement by a clearly-talented writer, yet the narrator is so unpleasant and her worldview so hopeless that it’s like occupying the being of a depressive immersively. You at times wish the narrator would just get it over with and drown herself in the ocean.

However (non-spoiler alert), she never does, never learns anything nor changes, but rather continues to creep along the floor of life listlessly like that partially-deflated supermarket balloon.

Climate Grinch

Perfectly agreed. This is why I call 95%+ of progressives climate change deniers, too. If you “believe” it exists but are committed to changing exactly nothing to deal with it, you are worse than someone who disbelieves it altogether.

There will be no real consolation in the world proving how wrong they are because at the best it will be a vast human disaster that kills hundreds of millions to billions and at the worst, it’ll lead to complete human extinction.

The Point

The more I ponder it, the more I think the point of Mozilla’s decision-making over the past decade was to take away control from users. It had nothing at all to do with greater security — I think their deep desire was to remove control and would’ve done so even if it had worsened the security of Firefox (which, in many ways, it did).

Arb

I hear mostly lefties say that things are “arbitrary” and “cultural” or similar all the time. These are vacuous statements as nearly all human ways of living are arbitrary and not genetically determined. This proves nothing. It’s like saying something doesn’t violate the laws of physics. So fucking what?

Sure, recognizing that human lifeways are not fixed is not worthless but neither is it particularly insightful nor does it point to the desirability or the possibility of change. Most of the time I see it, it merely points to some imagined right to choose from a celestial smรถrgรฅsbord of options that are not truly ideological in nature but rather merely to have a choice, as if life should be some shelf at Target where one picks attributes nearly at random with no deeper understanding or historical comprehension.

I don’t think this is a better option. Only people imbibing neoliberal swill can really consider such a world acceptable or tenable at all.