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    Steady Diet of Nothing
    Steady Diet of Nothing
    Steady Diet of Nothing
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    Steady Diet of Nothing

    By Cynthia Cruz

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    In this stunning novel, Cynthia Cruz administers an IV drip of capitalist entropy that keeps us rapt: Steady Diet of Nothing compels readers to consume it in one headlong sitting. Charting the dissolution of an adolescent runaway community, the book follows a teenage girl, Candy, after her arrival at the Blue House — an abandoned home inhabited by other children seeking shelter from the world. Here, she falls in love with Toby, a boy from elsewhere whose companionship interrupts the perpetual alienation of the status quo. “He didn’t explain, but I knew,” Candy says. “I knew as soon as he’d started talking, that we’d come from the same place.”

    Beyond their den’s walls, the market reigns, and the societal structure of infinite calculation and infinite exchange has rendered contemporary life meaningless. As Toby and Candy separately descend into drug addiction and prostitution, they find their efforts to defy the American economic superstructure futile, and Candy, again, is alone. “I’m going to die in here, I say, to no one.” The transcription of a mute prayer, Steady Diet of Nothing is a stark, vital work that requires our attention. “I’m awake or else I’m dreaming,” Candy narrates. “There’s a knock on the door. The phone rings forever but I can’t put the receiver down.” It keeps the line open as long as it can.
     
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFour Way Books
    Release dateSep 15, 2023
    ISBN9781954245679
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      Steady Diet of Nothing - Cynthia Cruz

      chapter one

      Everywhere I went I brought Pinkie, my pink and white stuffed rabbit, with me. I knew people made fun of me, but I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t go anywhere without her.

      I was in Chinatown with my sister. She was on a secret mission so she left me on the street, leaning against a wall. After she had been gone for a while, a man walked up to me like he knew me. He was wearing a brown suit, carrying a briefcase.

      You and the rabbit, he said. Twenty dollars.

      I didn’t say anything. I never do. I just stared at his face, his soft girl hands. I might have stopped breathing. I was afraid he was going to keep moving closer, that he would come close and touch me.

      Luckily, my sister appeared out of nowhere.

      She pushed him, threw her bag at him, and grabbed my hand. We ran down the narrow alley laughing hysterically. We kept running until we couldn’t run anymore.

      Around the corner at an all-night donut shop slash kiosk she bought us some donuts with pink and orange sprinkles. We bought packs of cigarettes and small paper cups of coffee. On the way out, I took a handful of penny candy. My favorites: pink and yellow Laffy Taffy and Halloween-sized Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I hid them in my pockets, saving them for later.

      We drove back down Highway One in my sister’s red Karmann Ghia. The convertible top down, we smoked cigarette after cigarette, blasting the same song over and over all the way back down to Santa Cruz. Sometimes she’d steer too close to the edge and I knew for sure we were going over—

      *

      I showed up at the Blue House with Pinkie in one arm and a plastic bag with a bunch of my stuff in the other.

      The night before a girl I didn’t know walked up to me. She had long black hair and a short leather mini skirt.

      I was standing outside the 7-11. She said her name was Darby. She came right up to me and touched my arm. Are you a ghost? she said. Then she grabbed me.

      Let’s go, I’m taking you home.

      But before she brought me to the Blue House she brought me to see Toby.

      Toby was a skater. He had a buzz cut and dark eyes and his arms and neck were riddled in tattoos: words in gothic text and elaborate green, red and orange Chinese dragons, beautiful laces of ink ribboning up and down his arms. He was sitting outside a dilapidated building looking bored, smoking.

      Darby said she wanted to give me something, that I had seemed so defeated standing there in the parking lot, a dazed look on my face. So, as farewell to my old life, she said, she asked Toby to give me a tattoo.

      When me and Darby walked up, Toby nodded his head at Darby and reached out his hand. I found out later he was straight edge, that he had been clean for years. His face looked really serious and sad. He glanced at me, but he didn’t smile.

      He shook my hand and said, My name’s Toby, what’s yours?

      Candy, I said.

      I looked at his hands. His nails were bitten down and he had one small blue tattoo on his index finger, an x. On his other hand, on one of his fingers, he was wearing a silver band with his name engraved on the inside of it,

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