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Sometimes I think it's possible to live with anything. That we're wired to survive-survive-survive, to grip onto the gnarliest thread until life is pried from our bones. Other times I think, it's not possible to live at all. Not at all. Blueberries could be described as a collection of essays, the closest term available for a book that resists classification; a blend of personal essay, polemic, prose poetry, true-crime journalism and confession that considers a fragmented life, reflecting on what it means to be a woman, a body, an artist. It is both a memoir and an interrogation of memoir. It is a new horizon in storytelling. In crystalline prose, Savage explores the essential questions of the examined life- what is it to desire? What is it to accommodate oneself to the world? And at what cost?