Jordan Castro’s debut novel places us in the writer’s consciousness so that we can experience the mundane with the galaxy-brained, his slow apartment rituals as well as his rapid, extravagant ruminations. The story is a morning ostensibly spent working on a novel, but really spent on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and YouTube, by defecating, making tea, and walking in the woods. The narrator is unnamed, a former heroin addict who lives with a girlfriend and a dog and has not yet published any novels. There is another character named Jordan Castro, here a fellow writer admired by the narrator, who is only interacted with via Twitter. The nameless hero’s compulsive maintenance of social media is to be understood in relation to his former addiction, while demonstrating something too about the way we live now, all of us.
