No One Is Talking About This: Shortlisted for the Booker Prize 2021 and the Women’s Prize for Fiction 2021 Paperback – 16 February 2021

It's always surprising when you find one of your favorite books isn't everyone's favorite.Patricia is one of the very few new writers that I've let into my world. She's funny and so insightful, the way she writes makes me uncomfortable and curious. I can't remember the last time I read a book that made me laugh out loud and cry. I don't know any other writer alive today who captures so beautifully what it means to live online today- the distance, the connection, the absurdness of it all. I recommend her to everyone.

Everyone is talking about, “no one is talking about this”, ergo I bought a copy last month. As you can see I had to flag almost every single page of it. A commendable debut by Patricia Lockwood. Mind you, this book ain’t a cake walk for any reader. The struggle is not of the complexity of language but the erudition of content loaded with information— ‘pieces’ should I say?— in a poetic tragedy of humour that has invaded our minds.The book is strictly an experimental work with the modernist touch of fragmentation and stream of consciousness. Though 90% of the fragments resembles the form of Twitter Post, Lockwood has magically forged a serious fiction out of humorous, sarcastic, non fictional (cannot tell whether true or fake) twitter trends.‘She’, the protagonist is a nameless ‘portal’(internet) user/ a celebrity for her witty, humorous posts, falling down the rabbit-hole on the internet just like everyone else. But when tumbled with the real question of REAL, she goes through a sunny transformation of ‘what to BE’. . .P.S. I know it's a vague review, but the book is for a singular experience of the communal mind. A PARADOX in itself. Read it, you'll maybe understand what I mean!

Nice Book and the paper quality also worthful.

I lol’d several times reading this. And was loved along the way. This is a book that stuck with me long after I finished. I still think about it often. I loved it!

A gift for a very close friend. She was thrilled.

First, Lockwood’s gorgeous, easy, lyrical prose enters your mind, slips into your mind, almost too easily. In this, it resembles the lazy slip into the “portal” aka the internet. It all feels easy, a little lazy, very self-referential, a low-key mix of vanity/narcissism and twee cultural criticism in which she offers up her own addiction as an almost-apology.In this first section, I felt an Americanness akin to that found in Whitman’s Leaves of Grass—a whiff of confession, a colloquial swaying through easy talk, some humor, lots of lists and links and professions of AUTHENTICITY.This was all brilliant, but if you find a show off annoying, you’ll be annoyed. But Part One is not the point, or the only point. In Part Two, Lockwood’s tragic interruption is strangely like Whitman’s. If Part One is about everything in the World Wide Web, just as Leaves of Grass is about all of life for a man from New Jersey who loves walking and people and nature and talk and humanity, then Lockwood’s Part Two and Whitman’s later work address the way the fragility of the body and death and suffering just wakes you up, Snap! And your first thoughts don’t sustain you. You need new words, you need service, you need your own wordlessness.I grew to love Lockwood because of her great good heart as she suffers and commemorates and praises and loves. Her “fictional” sister becomes a true hero. The art of maternal love has rarely been so wonderfully portrayed. I thought of Whitman writing those letters home to the mothers of dying soldiers—and I realized how art can be a version of grace, and perhaps the best way to convey the great blessing that is simple, unconditional love.Whitman found a form that worked to talk about his age—and changed poetry forever. Maybe Lockwood has done this too, but I don’t really care. That’s what brilliant structure/form does—when it works, it vanishes. And you feel the vibrant intimacy of shared love.This is wonderful, this is rare. I loved this book.

Is hard to read and to understand the style, but it's quite interesting at the end.

Just that. As soon as I finish this review, I’ll read it again. I don’t have much else to say. Read it.