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Open Palm sells exercise videos based on self-defense techniques, a concept that Cheryl claims she "pretty much invented." While concocting urgent new reasons to be in touch with Phillip, she fine-tunes the internal autopilot that keeps her humming along even when she's down in the dumps, which is often: "When things really flow, my days become dreamlike, no edges anywhere, none of the snags and snafus that life is so famous for. After days and days alone it gets silky to the point where I can't even feel myself anymore, as if I don't exist."
Enter Clee, the sullen 20-year-old daughter of Cheryl's semi-retired bosses, Carl and Suzanne. An unwanted houseguest, Clee plants herself on Cheryl's living room sofa, from which she radiates contempt. She thinks nothing of shoving her host or backing her into a corner, ultimately forcing Cheryl to physically defend herself. But over time these altercations weirdly come to resemble foreplay. Miraculously, the globus in Cheryl's throat disappears—and she finds herself falling in love, first with Clee and then with the baby she's always wanted.
July is brilliant, hilarious, irreverent, piercing—even cringe-inducing, powering past sexual boundaries and gender identification into the surprising galaxy of primal connection. "We all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing." Is there a more hopeful statement about humankind? In Miranda July's strange universe, probably not.