
“But what about the stream-of-a-consciousness that is not entirely your own? One that you participate in, but that also acts upon you?” One audience member yawned, then another.


“Stream-of-consciousness was long ago conquered by a man who wanted his wife to fart all over him,” she tells the audience. She has, like Lockwood herself, a husband, parents, brothers and sisters, friends-all of whom appear in the novel-but she is just as tightly bound to the commune of “people who lived in the portal.” She is onstage in Jamaica, talking about the world online, about life as it is lived through the window of the phone you hold in your hand, and on which you may be reading this review. She is, like Lockwood herself, a writer in her thirties with a huge Internet following.

“Stream-of-consciousness!” yells the protagonist of Patricia Lockwood’s first novel, No One Is Talking About This.
