fromThe New Yorker
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Her madness seeps into the everyday: a shower caddy's arrangement becomes proof of conspiracy, and breakdown coexists with term papers, hookups, and trips to TJ Maxx. Avoiding romance and melodrama, deBoer writes in an affectless register that mirrors Alice's dissociation. The novel's power lies in its relentless banality-the mind churning while life's machinery grinds on. During a halting recovery, Alice develops "deep intuitions" about her medications, which, she suspects, interact "like hot-tempered roommates in the shabby apartment of her brain."
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