Publisher's Synopsis
"Yes you, you chose to carve out this moment for you. No one else gets this time just for you," chirps the onscreen calisthenics coach. It's midnight. Our Dark Academia's contingent academic anti-heroine is perpetually working, trying to work it out. She's lonely but onscreen. "I don't feel anything at all it is so fun to be alive!" she lies. Meanwhile, is this new sensation grief or a groin pull? Who's in the waiting room? Is it too late to join the symposium? To buy organic greens? To save up? Save anything? With unsettling humor, Adrienne Raphel traces the suspect filigrees of the "late late stage" advanced degrees, wellness trends, inherited trinketry, GIFs of inspo lynx. Sliding with formal dynamism from sonnet crown to sestina, Wiki page to personal statement, crossword to quiz, Our Dark Academia captures the exuberant florid panicked acrobatics of this time at the edge of time.
