Robert Collins

Miranda July may be a film director, performance artist, sculptor and designer — but she is no novelist

In a review of The First Bad Man by Miranda July Robert Collins enters a surreal world of sex and love and loneliness

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issue 28 March 2015

Miranda July is a funny and brilliant film director, performance artist, sculptor and smartphone app designer. In 2005, she won the Best First Feature award at Cannes for her debut film, Me and You and Everyone We Know. Two years later, she picked up the Frank O’Connor short story award for her debut collection No One Belongs Here More Than You. She has been feted at the Venice Biennale for her artworks and last year released an app called Somebody, which encourages users to deliver messages verbally to strangers. Now, she has published The First Bad Man, her debut novel. I know: a novel. After conquering every arthouse peak imaginable, it seems surprising that July should give a fig about such a retrograde form. But the novel exerts a spooky influence over art makers. It is the K2 calling them to its treacherous ascents.

The First Bad Man inhabits a comic, warm, slightly melancholic contemporary American universe familiar from July’s movies.

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