RaveThe Harvard ReviewLockwood might be the first person who has made me feel less bad by writing about the Internet ... Lockwood manages to hold two worlds together, outing each as at once ludicrous and wholly relatable through sheer force of voice and character. To make this work, No One Is Talking About This capitulates to social media’s rhythms of consumption. It fragments into micro-paragraphs—bite-sized chunks of thought and feeling divided by little trios of asterisks, reminiscent of Jenny Offill’s Weather or Rebecca Watson’s little scratch. To her credit, Lockwood reads more like Renata Adler in her brilliant fragmentary novel Speedboat than like her contemporaries ... Lockwood’s Internet is less of a venue for angst-y self-description and more like the bacteria-filled ball pit at a roadside McDonald’s. It’s more libidinal than dramaturgical ... Ironically, No One Is Talking About This exceeds the genre’s gloom not because the protagonist is right about social media, but because she’s the one telling us about it. The protagonist is the most likeable person in the world.
