This book feels like it could have been written in that last year or so. There’s nothing particularly newish about it, and certainly nothing that particularly ages it either. But what I mean is that it feels like someone more or less cashing in on #metoo in some ways, but because it’s not and because it’s not vulgar in its representation, it actually shows a kind of prescience about toxic masculinity and sexual violence. I guess people should have been listening. This is also an […]