Morality is not always *good* or *bad* when it comes to how we related to one another in our past. How we could relate to one another once again. Social customs are furniture around real living flumes of connections and signals.
Perhaps feeling deadened by life and simultaneously longing for the real deadness when existence gets tough, or just inconvenient, isn’t so abnormal - people write about it all the time !

One last thing : anyone that has held the hand of the dying can attest to a rotting that is simply bodily, not at all spiritual. It’s only the living that rot when we can’t find the jovial, aggressive parts of ourselves any longer. 

This was a bizarre and unnerving meditation on grief while also being a time capsule of 2016. This transported me and I wasn't sure where it was going to go or what was real but I'm sure that's the point. Loved the writing.

 I am Homeless if This is Not my Home opens with a letter from Elizabeth to her sister, written in the years prior to the Civil War. It then switches to the present when Finn is visiting his terminally ill brother Max in a hospice in New York. Following a phone call he races off to Chicago to because of a crisis with his ex-girlfriend Lily. They then undertake a really strange road trip. I appreciated Moore’s writing at the sentence level and her exploration of themes like love, life, family, grief and mental health. But overall this book was too absurdist for my taste and the three parts never satisfactorily came together. I wanted more Finn and Max.
 

Wtf was the point of that?

Thanks AAKnopf for the free advance copy of this book.