this too

Mary Gaitskill’s “Don’t Cry” is distant, ethereal, and is bizarrely calm. Trying to confound acts of the human soul, heart, and mind with interrelationships and sex, Gaitskill makes the reader feel a part of an intergalactic high school. As if simple body organs had become extensions of sexual organs, Gaitskill blurs the line between them. Consequently, by unusually changing the physical dimension and arena, Gaitskill’s “Don’t Cry” is able to reach out to the reader in ways that wouldn’t have been as effective in a non-transgressive technique.