What is Lynn Crosbie’s new book about? Pitched as a “fiery, honest, and heartbreaking blend of fiction and fantastical memoir,” Life Is About Losing Everything has already forced several critics to tread water and do their absolute best to avoid answering that question. On one level, it makes sense that the default reaction to a book so fragmented and willfully opaque is a polite surrender to its unique terms of engagement. But I can’t abide. This is noisy, convoluted nonsense.
I was halfway through this book when my awful stomach flu hit. Draw your own conclusions!