zoran rosko vacuum player: Darcie Wilder - It’s a novel, but it’s a new kind of novel, possibly a new form altogether: 97 pages of mostly tweet size paragraphs that don’t immediately present as any kind of functional narrative. Instead, what happens is that they use emotionally connective tissue to create atmosphere sustained by sex, death, and cultural touchstones

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Darcie Wilder - It’s a novel, but it’s a new kind of novel, possibly a new form altogether: 97 pages of mostly tweet size paragraphs that don’t immediately present as any kind of functional narrative. Instead, what happens is that they use emotionally connective tissue to create atmosphere sustained by sex, death, and cultural touchstones

literally show me a healthy person by Darcie Wilder

Darcie Wilder, literally show me a healthy person, Tyrant Books, 2017.

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Darcie Wilder's literally show me a healthy person is a careful confession soaking in saltwater, a size B control top jet black pantyhose dragged over a skinned knee and slipped into unlaced doc martens. Blurring the lines of the written word, literally show me a healthy person is a portrait of a young girl, or woman, or something; grappling with the immediate and seemingly endless urge to document and describe herself and the world around her. Dealing with the aftermath of her mother's death, her father's neglect, and the chaotic unspoken expectations around her, this novel is a beating heart at the intersection of literature, poetry, and the internet. Darcie Wilder elevates and applies direct pressure, but the wound never stops bleeding.

EXCERPT:the skin on the tops of my hands are splitting apart. just like my parents did. and their parents before them
'stronger to hold ur head high in spite of drunktexts than to have never drunktexted at all' is the current lie im repeating to myself
someone roofied my ranch dressing
he fucked me on ketamine when i was blacked out in the bathroom before the bar was open so drunk i forgot i didn't have an iud, let him cum inside me and bought plan b in the morning
does anyone want my demons, im so sick of them

TV writer and Twitter personality Wilder’s debut novel is a small, strange gem that delivers an intense emotional experience. Readers are presented with the thoughts and memories of a young narrator—also named Darcie—whose quips, queries, brainstorms, and anecdotes churn around a core narrative of her dysfunctional family, sustained grief, and loneliness. Readers might initially dismiss Darcie as emotionally immature and artificially blasé, but Wilder balances her casual style with an underlying tenderness and vulnerability that elevates Darcie from a millennial stereotype to a unique and sympathetic personality. Darcie wants to love and be loved, and as her family history—a violent divorce, a dead mother, an ill-suited father, a mentally ill brother, a very strange uncle—is revealed, her unsuccessful relationships and feelings of isolation become understandable, even inevitable. Darcie’s voice sparkles with black humor, righteous indignation, and probing intellect. Careening from fierceness to tenderness, from bleakness to humor, she wrestles her demons as best she can, drawing the reader in with her honesty and vulnerability. This short work is deceptively structured to appear chaotic and random, and can be torn through in one sitting or taken in by small doses. Wilder’s wonderful debut is a bold view of the psyche of a contemporary young woman. - Publishers Weekly

This is like one of those trainwrecks that you can’t look away from, OK, except it’s the written presence of a young woman whose intimate, drug-riddled, cum-stained, fragmented-text story is as deftly captured as it is harrowing.
literally show me a healthy person, relentlessly aswarm with both insights and idiocies, is also, at times, hilarious. Or at least it’s hard not to laugh out loud at certain points where author Darcie Wilder is trying to be funny – because she can be extremely fucking funny – or where your empathy is so painfully wracked that laughing is all you can do in response instead of screaming.
It’s good to be able to read this thing with my own early twenties three decades behind me, tell you what, otherwise the immediacy of emotional and experiential resonance might’ve broken a few major bones, and then I’d be wanting to sue Tyrant Books for disseminating this level of weaponized expression among the general populace. Which would be a sad thing, ultimately, because even though I’d surely lose that lawsuit, I understand that such litigation can have a chilling effect on publishers, and I – and you – all of us – we definitely want this Tyrant Books to keep on releasing new material.
I mean, check out their catalog, the things they’ve done so far besides publishing NY Tyrant magazine. It’s like they’re out there with the tastiest blood and guts, chumming the sea of letters to – ah, hell, I don’t know, something about sharks, right? Something about when you see Jaws for the first time and you’re like, whoa, fuck, I’m never going near an ocean again. But then you also wind up really liking Richard Dreyfuss’s character and understanding that sharks are always hungry for whatever’s vital and bleeding when it’s tossed over the side of a boat, right?
It’s a risky bet to judge books by their covers – Calvin Gimpelevich’s Invasions from Instar Books has a downright shitty cover, for instance, yet it’s one of the best new collections of stories available – but just from the well-designed looks of what this Tyrant is hawking, and extrapolating from the contents of Wilder’s confessional pages, here’s where you want to be spending a lot of your reading time and money.
Shall I leave you to it, then, while I go and attend to a bit of neglected self-care? Done.
- Wayne Alan Brennerhttps://www.austinchronicle.com/daily/arts/2018-12-28/literally-show-me-a-healthy-person/

Darcie Wilder’s literally show me a healthy person is 97 pages of mostly tweet size paragraphs that don’t immediately present as any kind of functional narrative. Instead, what happens is that they use emotionally connective tissue to create atmosphere sustained by sex, death, and cultural touchstones like 9/11. It’s a very funny book.
Here’s what it’s like: It’s like sitting down with a really funny friend who seems like she’s in serious pain and dominates the conversation with one liners about pop culture and her sex life and all the crazy stories that she has, but there are certain morbid topics that she keeps cycling around to (you can hear the heaviness in her voice when the conversation turns to her grandmother, or her mother) and their presence is a reminder that she’s in pain but she keeps deflecting with humor. Your conversation goes all night and while you’re having it you laugh a lot and you think you’re having a really good time but when she leaves and you reflect on that conversation you start to worry about her.
So you text her but then she deflects with a one liner and you forget about it again. It’s 97 pages of that. Wilder uses nonstandard grammar, spelling, and punctuation and that all feeds into an internet aesthetic of intimacy, but it is aesthetic and feels calculated the same way that Hemingway’s comma splicing in Hills Like White Elephants is calculated.
This book is not for everyone; it is graphically sexual and plotless. It’s hyperrealistic and confessional in a way that will very much make some people uncomfortable. The nonsequitor humor can be as jarring for some as it is thrilling for others. Those people will be able to tell that it’s not for them within a page or two. It’s for me and I’m for it. - Bobby Fischer
http://www.americanmicroreviews.com/literally-show-me-a-healthy-person-by-darcie-wilder/

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Darcie Wilder, Flagged and Removed, Vigliano Books, 2014.

amazon > books > community posted: 2014-09-26, 4:41 PM EST FOUND!!! craigslist listings by the people for the ppl only in new York and LA ehh?? ;)) mayonnaise ferrets interns & more! serious inquiries only please – it is not ok to contact this poster with other services, Posting ID 51557286659 Posted 2014-09-26. 4:41 PM EST A true hero of our times, Darcie Wilder has waded through the masses and written a collection of hilariously absurd Craigslist posts that can only be attributed to New Yorkers ¬– and a few Angelinos. A simultaneous satire of and love letter to the cities, Wilder’s findings reflect the nature of their inhabitants in often unsettling and intriguing ways, from preteens looking to assist with self-photography to impulsive reptile adoption and old ladies puzzling over their new smartphones. From one of New York’s own prolific bloggers, Flagged and Removed is a sardonic testimony of life and loneliness in New York and LA today.

If you ask someone in the United States of America where they get their news, more often than not they'll answer by giving you the name of a social network. Recently, Pew Research published a report that found that more than half of American adults get their news via social media. As media companies scramble to live up to this new reality, they are turning to the first generation to grow up on the internet. They find people like Darcie Wilder, clever and savvy twenty-somethings who somehow manage to render this new digital environment through evocative and lucid inner-monologue. Who are, almost by chance, discovered, celebrated, and elevated by their peers.
When I first met Darcie Wilder, I was on the roof of my apartment and received a Twitter notification on my phone. It was a mention from Darcie, who had just sent me a selfie from my living room below. I’ve been watching closely ever since. Darcie grew up in NYC, and had a turbulent childhood coping with family in recovery, bullying, and anxiety. I know about this because she’s been tweeting about it for years. Her writing, published mostly on social media, offers an open tour of adult life in a world wracked with anxieties of its own, which despite her personal acuity, somehow illuminates broadly-relatable means of coping, healing, and moving forward.

If you haven’t been hooked by one of her tweets, perhaps you’ve seen her book of Craigslist fan fiction Flagged and Removed or Vice employee parody account. Darcie now produces creative writing on current events for MTVNews’ Twitter and Instagram. Recently, I sat down with her to find out more about her work, her story, and how she manages to make us laugh about how troublingly familiar anxiety in the digital age can be.

I just want to say I think you’re really, really funny. So, first question: do you consider yourself a comedian?

When I was a kid, I just watched stand-up. I feel like I’ve always liked it, so that’s been an influence. Also, a coping thing. Also, I feel like most people on Twitter are trying to be funny. Most of the things I like to do are humor-related, I just get anxiety about the label of ‘comedian’. There’s so much baggage with that. Like, being a girl sucks for comedy. I guess comedy sucks for everyone. I don’t know, I don't like the label of it for me. But people like tweets that are funny, and I like being funny. It’s so hard to keep someone’s attention when you're not being funny. Also, I've subtweeted Upright Citizens Brigade comedians before.
There is a format to Twitter. Being funny can be hard. Like, there are some accounts that tweet about depression and being sad that can also be hard to have in your feed. I was thinking about this earlier, looking at this account that I muted: if you’re living in your feed, you can’t have certain things in it. There should be a place for things that aren’t funny, not everything has to be funny. Like, that sucks if everything has to be funny.
Maybe I have that problem ... Where I have to make everything a joke. I don’t do it all the time. People will think certain things are a joke if you use a specific tone of voice, but it’s not necessarily a joke.
Some people make their problems your problems. It’s hard to watch. There are different sections of Twitter based around that dynamic. Someone I know said, “there’s Sad Twitter, there’s Art Twitter, Sad Girl Twitter, there’s Hoe Twitter, there’s Art Hoe Twitter...” I feel like it sucks to be reduced to one of those sections. I guess that’s just a branding thing.

I totally agree. Once you’re inside of a social network like Twitter, you have all of that horizontal pressure – people getting into smaller and smaller niché bubble things – as well as vertical pressure where Twitter is one big realm, and Facebook is another, and Instagram, and reddit, and Vine and so on and so forth —

Yeah. The way I use Twitter keeps changing. I used to stay further away from the social side of it and viewed Twitter writing more seriously, but now I feel like I’ve reached a balance. I definitely see it as a medium for writing, there are some important tweets but there are also a lot of important tweets, and even more unimportant tweets.
Once, my friend was like, “I wish Twitter didn’t have the reply function.” I was like, “damn, you’re so right" and tried to keep the my number of replies down, feeling it was more ‘pure,‘ or whatever. Now that seems kind of snobbish on my part, and Twitter is one of the primary ways I meet people, so the social component is really important. - Tyler Reinhard

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