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YOUR LITERARY DIAGNOSIS

Do any of these feel uncomfortably accurate?

Mostly A’s

You're a

THEORETICAL STALKER

A text is never finished with you.

You attach through analysis.

Desire, for you,

becomes methodology.

Interpretation becomes

a form of contact

so sustained

it begins to resemble surveillance.

You understand, perhaps too well,

the logic of I Love Dick:

obsession as a mode of thought,

criticism as erotic persistence.

You have likely mistaken

overreading for intimacy

& intimacy for scholarship.
You are rarely wrong,

only increasingly specific.

Recommended habitat:

marginalia, footnotes,

emotionally overloaded

correspondence..

Mostly B’s

You're an

ELEGANT AVOIDANT -DISAPPEARER

You prefer atmosphere

to argument,

meaning arrives obliquely,

if at all, for you. 

You move through books

the way some people

move through fog.

People sometimes mistake

this for evasiveness.

Sometimes it really

is evasiveness.

You'll abandon a book 

if it disappoints you.

Recommended habitat:

windows, trains,

essays that begin nowhere obvious.

Mostly C’s

You're a

FORMAL BREAKDOWN JUNKIE

You trust a text most

when it starts to come apart.

You are drawn to rupture,

to narratives that fail beautifully.

Where others panic

at instability,

you become attentive.

Your reading life

has likely produced

at least one crisis

with excellent sentences.

Recommended habitat:

fragments, unstable forms,

notebooks written after midnight.

Mostly D’s

[or answers you chose instinctively, then regretted]

You're a

MONSTER OF

OVER-ATTACHED

CORRESPONDENCE

For you,

every text is an address,

every silence feels intentional,

directed right at you.

You experience literature as contact,

invitation, provocation,

seduction, accusation.

This makes you

unusually responsive

to unstable voices,

interrupted transmissions. 

Books seem

to lean toward you as you read.

You likely believe,

on some level,

that language wants something

from you personally.

You are probably right.

Recommended habitat: unread messages, delayed replies, books that feel written specifically for you, whenever you need them most.

FINAL

NOTE

If none of these feel accurate,

you may be reading

from inside a genre

that has not yet been named.

And if

all of them feel accurate:

welcome.

Want to write

with me this month?

The workshop
One-on-one

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