Honestly this book did not end up being what I expected it to be. I thought it was going to be more of a memoir format, with the author discussing times that they felt alone/lonely while living in a city. But it ended up being more like a collection of nonfiction essays, with loneliness being a connecting through line among all of them. Usually I would dislike this, because it is something that I have criticized other books for in the past, but this time the topics ended up being interesting enough to justify it and hold my attention. 
I liked hearing the info about the artists that Laing highlighted, such as Andy Warhol. Particularly because this is probably not info that I would have ever sought after for myself. But I feel like I learned a lot. 
I also really enjoyed the sections talking about the isolating nature of being a part of the LGBTQ+ community, especially in the late 1900s, during the height of the HIV/AIDS crisis in America. I can't imagine how bad the discrimination was back then, when being queer was so heavily associated with HIV in the eyes of the public. 
Overall, this was a really enjoyable read. 
Listened to on Libby.