When one reads a book published by Future Tense, one should expect to feel willingly uncomfortable with the author’s honesty. No matter the specific subject matter, there will be at least one moment, a feeling, a crash into clarity that makes one realize: I’ve been here too. Reading Wendy C. Ortiz’s excellent memoir, Excavation, is an experience no different.
Chloe Caldwell’s personal essays have a way of making me dissect my own life, whether I want to or not. I say “me” instead of “you” (though I bet it would be true for you too), and I am disregarding the editorial ‘we.’ Reading Legs Get Led Astray is not an abstraction – it is her voice and my brain having a conversation through the page. And though at times what I remembered through her past made me uncomfortable, it was only because I knew the feelings to be true. I enjoyed Legs Get Led Astray in the same way a song can hurt so good. Love, lust and loneliness – Over and over I say that is what I want to read and what I want to write, and this book makes me want to write.