Yes, I completely ripped off the title from Jake (thanks Jake) but unlike him, I clicked away 76 times, not 75. I will admit that when it comes to stories, or literature in general, like these, I just.don’t.get.it. I mean, I read these stories and this one and in particular with the same filters on as when I view a Jackson Pollack painting. In this case, it’s not Who The F*&# is Jackson Pollack, i’ts Who The F*&# is Shelley Jackson.
The absolute only thing I like I about this article are the first lines in each section, and that’s it. I think this article is literally nothing more than a futile attempt at trying to be creative. Isn’t her whole point to let us know that the human body is made up of different things and layers and like a quilt, we are all patched together? Well guess what, I’m an onion. Smell me.
I do really think it’s purposeful random writing, but I also agree with what Nate said. That she knows exactly what she’s doing and really doesn’t care what other people think and will write what she wants when she wants. Just don’t include me as one of her readers.