Death Valley
Incandescent ... Ecstatically awake to the world’s astonishments ... If I have a gripe, it’s that Joshua trees don’t have 'leaves,' a word Broder uses twice. Spikes, spears, daggers, tines, needles — but, by my code, never leaves. Maybe that’s trifling, maybe not ... A triumph, a ribald prayer for sensuality and grace in the face of profound loss, a hilarious revolt against the aggressive godlessness, dehumanization and fear plaguing our time.
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Broder turns to a grimmer topic — grief. But her disarming and whimsical style remains intact ... Broder’s own gift is for scenes and dialogue that are so natural — in that they reflect the ridiculousness and surrealism of real life — that they tip over into the uncanny. She is also very funny ... Never, ever boring.
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Most thoughts, feelings and experiences are modified, analyzed or sourced for wry riffs. Sentences reaching for the sublime end in bathos. It’s a smart choice for an anxious narrator, one who is very associative and very online ... Broder is a comedic writer, a poet averse to stale language and an online personality tirelessly manning a churn of new quips on the familiar subject of sadness.
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