A note in case anyone ever actually comes across this post again: This is a fictionalized account of Tao Lin’s acknowledged, arguably abusive relationship with a much younger person. I realized that at the time and was deeply disturbed by it, hence my unwillingness to say anything substantial at about the book then.
—Laundromat on Preston Avenue.
—Charlottesville train station.
—Train from Charlottesville to New York.
—Friend’s apartment in Manhattan.
—Sushi restaurant near that apartment.
—Train from New York to Charlottesville.
I think that’s all I want to say about it right now.
