The Long Form, Kate Briggs

Look, we all knew I was gonna love this novel — a fragmentary novel about a new mother adjusting to life with a baby and reading Henry Fielding’s Tom Jones and thinking about narrative and time. I mean, come on. Though the novel arguably has broader appeal beyond its ostensibly niche audience, that niche audience is 100% me. It’s so much me that it was almost like I couldn’t fully experience my enjoyment of it — it was like getting into water that’s exactly your own body temperature. You can’t feel where your body ends and it begins. You just float.