by uzwi

A woman discovers herself in another version of her own life. One minute she is herself, the next she’s still herself but someone else. It’s a trajectory which includes its counter-trajectory, in one economic gesture. Parachuted into her own life as an explorer, she busies herself finding out who she is now, what job she does, what’s different, what’s the same. Is she mad? If so, which of her is mad, and how? Both women have lost something, but finding it isn’t a satisfactory solution. This transition: is there physics behind it? Or is it just a Lynchian dream?

My review of J Robert Lennon’s Familiar up at ARCfinity.