Words, here, are not trusted collaborators. In Snow, she writes: words can squirt sideways, mute and mad; you think they are tools, or toys, or tame, and all at once they burn all your clothes off and you're standing there singed and ridiculous in the glare of the lightning.
Carson's trump card is that she is funny. She writes with sangfroid, self-consciousness and self-ridicule.
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