Just Us

Rankine wraps around subject-matter like charm work. Read this in three sittings. Littlest distance between reader and narrator. Immersive, first-person perspective. Text expands slowly, beautifully, inwards. Certainly an enquiry for the aesthete and for the curious although we are not here to pry. Very stimulating serpentine energy. First-rate contemporary culture, and interested in luring more of us into constructive work. You quickly become your own protagonist, figuring out your own free-will. She enjoys herself writing, you can tell. Lots of desire, waves, urges. Astute. Poetry. I think she is a writer of exultation urgently interested in the present moment. Writing so pointed you’ll shear. Direction of travel is laid from the outset and robust tension throughout. Threshold remains open at length. During that time, we know exactly where we are. The work is voluptuous, ultimately, concerned with imagination(s) and feels generative.