Even before the halfway mark in “Trump Sky Alpha,” it’s clear that “Trump” is just another paragon of the overworked, poorly-veiled pandering that seems to have soaked into the pages of some new wave literature.
Popova examines the lives of the people — mostly queer women — usually excluded from science writing, and in doing so, crafts a narrative about the way people move through history and the way they perceive the scope of the universe. As Virginia Woolf would describe it, “Figuring” is, “no longer rooted, but gold flowing.”
She was a deeply complicated person who carried with her a lot of talent and a lot of trauma, and her life bore the weight of both. And yet, despite every good attempt to sketch her many facets in full three dimension, Benedict’s novel ultimately flattens Lamarr.
Tim Johnston opens his book with a Hemingway quote: “He whispered this last so low that it was inaudible to anyone who did not love you.” It’s short. Poignant. Tinged with melancholy. The book is the same way. Slow and sure.