Little personal anecdotes, coffee shop conversations—basic everyday bullshitting—reveal a matrix of personal-political-aesthetic anxieties, a millennial and melancholy what is to be done? ... Searls hopes to read the forces of contemporary life in the stresses and torsions they effect on narrative. The novella is thus useful as a kind of test sample or biopsy ... No surprise that Analog Days, much to its credit, feels cramped and sprawling at once: unfinished and overwrought, a claustrophobic snapshot and a vertiginous panorama ... Jennifer’s story is floatily allegorical ... Thankfully, Analog Days is much less concerned with liberal anxieties about the free exchange of ideas than with the ambient tensions they reveal and the way we attempt to rectify them ... Analog Days succeeds by rejecting Slope’s gimmick and his vague moralizing. Instead, it folds the anxieties and symptoms of its narrator and his friends into its structure and form ... Analog Days seeks out contradiction rather than compromise, the cleft coincidence of disappointment and desire, the deflation of seeing the world as it is and the conviction of demanding a better one not yet visible, which is all captured in a phrase like is that all there is?
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