After eight years of quasi isolation I emerge from the recesses of my mind and venture into the world of humans. I have avoided converse with people most of my life, but in the last eight years my avoidance magnified from the natural detachment of a solitary personality to the active withdrawal of a recluse.
If every piece of self-writing is a form of reflection, then a string of pieces about near-death experiences has a strong claim at being the purest form of this process. Add to the equation a veteran writer who can truly do justice to this form, and you get a masterpiece.
The cinematic language of You Were Never Really Here takes over the plot, to an even larger extent than in the book, and you slowly realise that you’re not watching Taken but an intense psyche exploration that takes its time to get where it needs to.
What if there’s no one left to shop? Who’s going to buy all those designer sneakers? If you ever wondered about the discrepancy between the dictum to consume more and the warning to be environmentally conscious at the same time, you will definitely enjoy “Autofac.”