Black Wave in the New Yorker!
“This surreal tale—part memoir, part metafiction—is narrated by a queer writer in San Francisco’s rapidly gentrifying Mission district. An alcoholic with a growing heroin habit, she decides that she must move to save her life, and chooses Los Angeles, where her brother lives. There she discovers that the end of the world is at hand—portents include suicides, poisoned oceans, plane crashes, and erotic dreams for everyone still alive. By some phantasmagoric logic, the end of the world and the writing of the book turn out to be one and the same. Events, though outlandish, are narrated with total conviction, and powerfully express the intensity both of attaining sobriety and of the writing process.”
