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exit strategy of a dope fiend diary

I’m not sure what ideas support her, make her tick. For someone who spends so much time writing about herself she reveals little actual information. She likes drugs and fucking, not entirely rare obsessions. The thing is, I don’t think she should stop her column.

Whenever I read a confessional columnist I like looking for the ideas that drive them, their agenda, whatever it may be. When there’s an abundance of self referencing you can’t help but notice an overt desire for fame. This in itself is not a bad thing, but it is too obvious. Writers have the immense opportunity of turning people onto things, ideas. If they’re constantly spiking their reveries with themselves things can get a little dry. Has she dried up? Questions, questions, questions.


That’s why dead essayists provide me with so much pleasure. Their agendas are clear, their opinions are crisply wound around one beat- the turning over of an idea. Bacon, Montaigne & Emerson all unapologetic about sharing ideas for their own sake. There’s a leisurely strolling feel to their work. That’s, perhaps, why I find Marnell interesting. She flirts with the boundaries of catered expectation, she fucks with the established paradigm. Self involvement and an outward selfless stance are, after all, both just hooks. Feigning narcissism is just as easy as draping your ink in humility. The blaring question remains, can we trust her to use self love ironically?

I don’t know. It’s too soon to tell. Now she’s moving on. I sincerely hope she keeps putting her stuff out there. Because I like the idea of her, even though I’m not sure what it is. Those few minutes spent in front of her column every other day are certainly not lost. Too soon Marnell, stick around, we’re still getting to know you.


Read her work here.




December 18, 2012 Early Tilt