![]() Trauma is a haunting that exceeds the horizons of storytelling rape severs the subject from her body, disorients temporality. What fascinates about Ives’s maneuvering is these interstices and echoic functions are where the psychic and narrative excesses of trauma-its 'untellable too muchness-are reckoned with. The narrative recursively dehisces itself. Life Is Everywhere formally literalizes Le Guin’s carrier bag: texts cite further referents, self-divide, replicate, and undercut one another. The novel we thought we’d been reading-#MeToo scandal rocks university!-disassembles itself, becomes something else, and something else again. After its first forty pages, Life Is Everywhere turns heel. ![]() In fact, Ives’s previous novel, Loudermilk, lampooned MFA programs and the kooks who people them. A stream-of-consciousness indictment of the academy-conversant with #MeToo-era sexual politics-isn’t unrecognizable in the contemporary literary field. ![]()
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