A Window That Can Neither Open nor Close

“A Window That Can Neither Open nor Close is a book that undoes standardization and sanitizing language through stimming’s poetic repetition, generating ‘eccentrically whorling’ difference. Not open and not closed, too large to fit the frame and too jagged around the edges, this book captures the incompatibility and queer sensibility that accompanies a diagnosis. If identity is narrative, Lauren Russell rewrites the narrative of her own identity by reconfiguring neurotypical language patterns, and offering a book I wish I had read when I was a young neurodivergent writer, finding my way past misperceptions in a world where I did not quite fit, over and over.”

“I am in awe of Lauren Russell’s ambitious, feline capacity to make elegant, vast leaps between lyric poems, personal narrative, essay, vivid collages, and inventive concrete verse in this important book. The velveteen, sensuous sonority of her poems and the mineral edge of her pristine prose teach us about longing and erotic fantasy, life-sustaining trans-species relationships, and the ways our great responsibility to each other moves through the neuroatypical bodymind. Russell’s lucid rendering of her experience of autism spectrum disorder and OCD illuminates a private, captivating biography of eros, to imagine a subject glowing with wit, unflinching intelligence, self-reflexive humor. ‘How can / Black Lives Matter / and not your own?’ She asks, offering this book as an insistent answer: it does, it does, it does. This is as much a book of astonishing, vulnerable confession as it is a deft refutation of difficult medical and social histories that have misrecognized her. It returned me to life as a more devoted, curious student, listening at the window that will neither open nor close.”

“It is when you step into the universe of Lauren Russell’s mind that you realize the inadequacy of the material world. Russell’s bravery and keen instincts are revealed by her innovative approach to the page. Where you find lyric, you find shapes. Where you find shapes, you find images. I’m convinced that there is nothing her poems can’t do.”