Tonight I'm Someone Else

Tonight I'm Someone Else Essays

"I had a real romance with this book." —Miranda July A highly anticipated collection, from the writer Maggie Nelson has called, “bracingly good...refreshing and welcome,” that explores the myriad ways in which desire and commodification intersect. From graffiti gangs and Grand Theft Auto to sugar daddies, Schopenhauer, and a deadly game of Russian roulette, in these essays, Chelsea Hodson probes her own desires to examine where the physical and the proprietary collide. She asks what our privacy, our intimacy, and our own bodies are worth in the increasingly digital world of liking, linking, and sharing. Starting with Hodson’s own work experience, which ranges from the mundane to the bizarre—including modeling and working on a NASA Mars mission— Hodson expands outward, looking at the ways in which the human will submits, whether in the marketplace or in a relationship. Both tender and jarring, this collection is relevant to anyone who’s ever searched for what the self is worth. Hodson’s accumulation within each piece is purposeful, and her prose vivid, clear, and sometimes even shocking, as she explores the wonderful and strange forms of desire. Tonight I'm Someone Else is a fresh, poetic debut from an exciting emerging voice, in which Hodson asks, “How much can a body endure?” And the resounding answer: "Almost everything."
Sign up to use

Reviews

Photo of 𓆨
𓆨@viridiantre
1 star
Mar 14, 2024

naaah

Photo of azliana aziz
azliana aziz@heartinidleness
4 stars
Jan 13, 2024

the kind of stream of consciousness writing that is never grating and work so well due to the vulnerability and adeptness in what being human in constant searching of just everything or that one true thing.

Photo of Brooke Barnett
Brooke Barnett@jdog123456
2 stars
Jan 17, 2022

Read it.it was meh

Photo of Isabela L.
Isabela L.@spookandswoon
3 stars
Nov 16, 2021

19 y0 me would have ate this up!!!! however, now it felt very deslocated but was able to enjoy a few parts

Photo of Lynn
Lynn@lynncornelissen
3 stars
Oct 26, 2021

This was an odd one for me. Some parts I loved, some parts made my skin crawl. The writing was beautiful in some parts, but sometimes I lost the plot. I think this is a beautiful collection of stories, snippets and thoughts. It wasn’t a 100% my thing, but I might re-read at a different point in life and get new insights from it.

Photo of neen
neen@krustykrab
5 stars
Mar 7, 2025
Photo of lily lily
lily lily @lilyanyways
2 stars
Jan 26, 2024
Photo of saige
saige@villainous
3 stars
Aug 30, 2022
Photo of Sara Sunshine
Sara Sunshine@sarasunsh
5 stars
Jan 30, 2024
Photo of savannah eden
savannah eden@savbrads
4 stars
Jan 8, 2024
Photo of lexie
lexie@lexiereads
5 stars
Jan 8, 2024
Photo of Nicholas Barnard
Nicholas Barnard@coldfruits
5 stars
Jan 7, 2024
Photo of Morgan Thomas
Morgan Thomas@moalthom91
4 stars
Apr 8, 2023
Photo of Lexie
Lexie @lexieneeley
3 stars
Jan 24, 2023
Photo of Caitlin Bohannon
Caitlin Bohannon@waitingforoctober
4 stars
Jan 5, 2023
Photo of Brooke Barnett
Brooke Barnett@jdog123456
1 star
Jul 8, 2022
Photo of Kevin Bertolero
Kevin Bertolero@kevin_bertolero
5 stars
Mar 4, 2022
Photo of Mallory Foutch
Mallory Foutch@malloryfoutch
4 stars
Jan 17, 2022
Photo of Linn
Linn @moonriver
4 stars
Sep 3, 2021
Photo of Melissa Shapiro
Melissa Shapiro@melissa
5 stars
Aug 11, 2021
Photo of Lily Bradic
Lily Bradic@lily
4 stars
Aug 3, 2021

Highlights

Photo of lily lily
lily lily @lilyanyways

You don’t have to hide, I often tell people right before I hide. Sanity is a way of seeing the world and comprehending it, understanding its scope. I see a glimpse, then turn away. But I imagine madness is a way of seeing everything at once.

Photo of lily lily
lily lily @lilyanyways

When the sand gets in our eyes, we blame the shifting of the ground; we feel the world adding itself up. The old love was a meadow where deer approached if you stayed still long enough. The old love was a staring contest in which blinking meant you were still playing. The old love was a basket of fruit begging to be painted, and sometimes we did paint it.