About a year ago, I read Claire Dederer's piece in The Paris Review, "What Do We Do with the Art of Monstrous Men?" Her voice--melodic, brutal, sharp--floored me. I made sure to order her latest book at the time, Love and Trouble, and added it to my to-read list.

Suffice it to say, Dederer's voice continues to floor me. She writes about life, self, and sexuality with an impeccable balance of slyness and weariness and verve. Your mileage may vary when it comes to the actual stuff of her memoirish reflections--I for one found it insightful, provocative, confused, but-honest-about-the-confusion--but Dederer sure knows how to write. She weaves her words with a push-and-pull/ebb-and-flow/love-and-trouble-type rhythm that makes her prose consistently enjoyable to read.

Really glad I read this one. Highly recommend it.