Filled with florid prose and swoony drama, “Surpassing Certainty” is one of those memoirs that feels like a long conversation.
That can be a good thing, and it can be bad.
In speaking directly to readers, author Mock offers an aura of girlfriendship.
And yet, this conversation doesn’t seem to have a point. Mock writes at great length about stripping. She tells about her many loves, fusses too much about her appearance, and shares thoughts about men that reflect her youth at the time. Except for a juicy admission of omission in her last book, this seemed like a lot of navel-gazing.
(“Surpassing Certainty” by Janet Mock, c.2017, Atria, $24.99 /228 pages.)
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