Reading FFS reminded me of when I read Henry Miller’s Tropic of Capricorn way back when, except instead of moving from New York to Paris, the protagonist wanders between New York, the deep south of Louisiana, and a fictional midwestern state. It wanders from woman to occupation to rental apartment with no purpose, other than to capture the feeling that many of us did the same thing with no purpose. In that, it’s perfect in its detail and ability to nail exactly what it felt like to be in this slightly punk, slightly modernist life. It was a great read and I look forward to seeing more from Lasner.