Back in June, I bought Marina Keegan’s The Opposite of Loneliness. I bought it mostly because I’m jealous of this girl who will always be younger and more successful than me, but jealousy isn’t a good reason to deny her writing a fair chance. So I bought her book and, a couple weeks ago, I read it.
Like I said in a previous blog post, at first, I was looking for a reason beyond talent that explains her posthumous success. It was difficult to put those feelings aside and not let them color my impression of her writing, although it was a bit difficult because the book is introduced as “An affecting and hope-filled posthumous collection of essays and stories from the talented young Yale graduate whose title essay captured the world's attention in 2012 and turned her into an icon for her generation.” A lot of the stories and essays do revolve around finding a deeper meaning in life, growing up, or dealing with death, and I wonder how much of that is truly reflective of her body of work or if those pieces were chosen because of