release valves

Nabokov and Vera and my obsession with Fleishman is in Trouble

If there’s one thing you can count on me for, it’s jumping all the way in on something I’m obsessed with and only coming up for air to tell my friends about it. Usually it’s a film, or a show, or a book, or an album I’ve recently discovered. My friend Samira gets me (hi, Samira, if you’re reading) and we’ve jokingly coined the term art slut for each other. She swoons as easily as I do, falling hard and fast for anything that speaks to us, going all the way right away. Then we squeeze every last thing out of that one before we move on to the next and end up with a trail of past obsessions behind us. It’s probably a coping mechanism, but I don’t want to give it up.

I sent her a text a couple of weeks ago gushing about Fleishman is in Trouble (trailer here if you want to see it) and soon enough, she was on board, and then it became hurried messages back and forth at odd times with no context and incomplete sentences and exclamation points as we recapped together. This show has me complete…