“There is, below the surface of every conversation in which intimacies are shared, and erotic current.”– Miranda Popkey
Miranda Popkey’s first novel is about desire, disgust, motherhood, loneliness, art, pain, feminism, anger, envy, guilt–written in language that sizzles with intelligence and eroticism. The novel is composed almost exclusively of conversations between women–the stories they tell each other, and the stories they tell themselves, about shame and love, infidelity and self-sabotage–and careens through twenty years in the life of an unnamed narrator hungry for experience and bent on upending her life. Edgy, wry, shot through with rage and despair, Topics of Conversation introduces an audacious and immensely gifted new novelist.
I really wanted to like this book, I really did. But it just want for me. I almost DNF this book, but I powered through since it was only a little over 200 pages.
It was a bit hard to follow, I did not like the writing style at all. In some stories or “topics of conversation” quotation marks would be used when people spoke (ya know, like proper grammar) and in some there would be none. The author or narrator would abruptly stop in the middle of someone talking discuss their movement or something else then 2 paragraphs later start with the person talking again. It was annoying to me anyways.
The first topic drug on and was really long. A lot of it just didn’t make sense I felt like I was reading my diary from Jr. but with different issues.
On the flip side, I do think that a lot of the topics are things that need to be discussed and are issues that a lot of woman face but, in some cases the narrator does it to herself and sabotages her own life purposely, which is talked about in the book.
Overall, if you can get past the writing style, the inconsistency, and the babbling, it does bring up some great topics.