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Original Title:	No One Belongs Here More Than You: Stories
ISBN:	0743299396 (ISBN13: 9780743299398)
Edition Language:	English
Literary Awards:	Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award (2007)

No One Belongs Here More Than You

Miranda July

Hardcover | Pages: 205 pages

Rating: 3.82 | 32753 Users | 3574 Reviews

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Title	:	No One Belongs Here More Than You
Author	:	Miranda July
Book Format	:	Hardcover
Book Edition	:	Deluxe Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 205 pages
Published	:	May 15th 2007 by Scribner
Categories	:	Short Stories. Fiction. Contemporary. Literature. American. Literary Fiction. Adult Fiction

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I bought this book cause I was walking through a bookstore with a friend of mine... a friend I adore more than newborn puppies and tiny rabbits hopping in fields of grass, and she said, "MIRANDA JULY! I love her. She made the movie You, Me, and Everyone We Know." I hadn't seen the movie, but I remember seeing an ad in the paper and thinking, "I want to see that movie." And it was because of that, and because I adore this girl more than newborn puppies, and rabbits hopping in fields of grass, and moonlit nights, and sundrenched mornings, that I bought two copies of the book (one for her, and one for me. One could say "Jeff: Nice boy." One has said, "Jeff: Helpless romanitc sucker." I loath both definitions. A book of short stories. Most are delicate. Like something you'd find in your grandmother's junk drawer. Not the one in her kitchen. The one that's the top drawer of her dresser. The one that's filled with pearl buttons, and half knitted doilies, and old black and white photos with a younger version of your grandmother, and complete strangers. You wonder who those people were? What kind of double life did your grandmother lead? Are these people still alive? Does she keep in contact with them? It's a whole world of possibility. You start to see your grandmother in a wholey different light. She's no longer this older woman who is constantly trying to feed or, or berating you for not wearing shoes or not having a job befitting of a college graduate. She's a real person now, with half knitted doilies, and pictures of random people. Old patches that look as if they were ripped off a G.I. uniform. It would break your heart if you asked, and your Grandmother said, "Oh, look at that. You found that in my drawer? No, I have no idea what that is." So you just let your imagination run wild. Some stories fall flat. Like opening your grandmother's junk drawer and finding nail clippers. But at least they're sharp nail clippers... not the kind that break your nails when you try to use them. And sometimes, that's enough to get you through the day.

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July's characters are total weirdos. Unapologetically so but also guys, like, calm down.

Not everyone has to be literate, there are some great reasons for resisting language, and one of them is love.So goes the lilting logic in Miranda July's self-fashioned world of wonder and regret and pain and hilarity. One wishes continually when flipping through this book that he could be part of her microcosm. Playing observer to the tragicomic plights of her characters is damn good fun, though.The wrenching-yet-light "The Shared Patio" leads off, sufficiently whelming from the start. July

Note: If I could fashion a little half-star and put it in the rating, I would give this book at 3.5. Miranda July: she's the lightning-rod hipster conversation of the year. I say her name at dinners and people rise from their chairs to damn or bless her. They pace and sweat and expound upon why she is the worst/best thing to happen to fiction in eons. They yell: "She's the next Lorrie Moore!" or "She's like those people who try to imitate Lorrie Moore and miss what's really good about her!"

Missed ConnectionAuthor exorcises demons as characters search for loveby Avishay ArtsyEverybody gets lonely sometimes, and Miranda July crams as many forms of loneliness she can think of in her first collection of stories. The inhabitants of Julys imagination reach out to strangers in hopes of genuine connection. Unable to find it, they often use sex to simulate closeness. A teacher seduces a 14-year-old boy in her special-needs class, and no one notices because nobody really cares about anyone

I read Miranda July's novel The First Bad Man earlier this year because it was chosen as a group read by the 21st Century Literature group. I actually bought this collection earlier, and in some ways I rather wish I had read it first, in that I found echoes of all the things that made me uncomfortable about that in some of these stories, and although I enjoyed some of them, the collection as a whole was not really to my taste. I don't want to be too negative, as I feel I am just not the right

I have no idea if Miranda July -- in achieving something that looks spontaneous -- wrote these pieces like Mozart, in one stroke of the pen perfectly formed, or if she laboriously wrote and rewrote like Beethoven until each sentence followed the next perfectly to achieve a hard-won sense of spontaneity. Whatever the case, the results do feel spontaneous -- something that in and of itself is only as good as the content, of course. At first, I was not warming to July's style, which struck me as

okay i rarely give up on books and when i do i rarely give them ratings. this is because i hate when people have only read like the first 100 pgs of like "gravity's rainbow" or "infinite jest" and because they have taken all of the 2 hours it takes to read that they think it qualifies them to then pass judgement on the whole book which took me a good forty hours to read, and that i loved. but lets face it, miranda july is no pynchon or dfw. that said i'm not here to bash the book of stories, i