There's this essay by Dorothy Allison where she talks about science fiction and sex, about the first sexual fantasies she ever had and how so many of them weren't about having sex, they were about exploring Mars, saving princesses, inventing robots. Lapointe captures the same thing, the half feral nature of adolescence, where the outside world and your body and books and music and an intricate interior world all intertwine. Lapointe's rural Saskatchewan is desolate, populated by farmers and artists, full of casual violence and hidden queerness.
