Name: You Exist Too Much
Rating: 3.765151515151515 (66 reviews)
ISBN: 9781948226509

Zaina Arafat

For fans of Garth Greenwell and Weike Wang, a startling debut novel of desire and doubleness following the life of a young Palestinian-American woman caught between cultural, religious, and sexual identities

You Exist Too Much

Ellie 

“I wasn't prepared for the unbearable pain I would fee when it was a woman I fancled myself in love with.“

“I'd scroll through pictures of friends clustered together in both familiar and exotic locations, announcements of new relationships and engagements. I craved a normal social life, a normal life, or at least a job that didn't completely preclude me from having one.

But the sting of alienation was outweighed by the ecstasy of performance, its unrelenting command of attention.”

"Your worries are like water," she often said. "The moment one flows out, another floods in to fill the space."

"Love addicts have an uncontrollable appetite for the object of their affection."

"When love addicts reach a certain level of closeness with their actual partner, they often do something to create distance. Frightened by healthy intimacy, they devote an obsessive amount of time, attention, and value to someone who cannot or will not love them back.”

“Unable to be present in their own relationship, they find an escape hatch to numb the pain.” 

“I focused my gaze on the floor. It was as if by not looking at anyone, they couldn't see me either.”

“While love addicts turn to a person as a drug of choice for soothing the pain of their difficult relationships with themselves, the absence of healthy self-love is itself codependency.“

“I stared at the clock as the minute hand eclipsed the hour hand for the third time and decided that only a white man would feel comfortable taking up so much space, glanced around the room.”

“I felt guilty laughing along. But I was afraid if I didn't, they would see through my secret.“

“When I saw a cute girl, the feeling in my stomach, the wave that seemed to take shape there, excited and inspired me.

“"We wear masks to. protect ourselves, but they also keep us from being vulnerable," Richard announced the first week. "They keep us from achieving intimacy?"”

“I didn't have to do a thing to be loved, I just had to be. But as I got older the same people who'd kissed and pinched my cheeks would try to talk to me, assuming that I possessed her charming attributes only to discover that I didn't. My conversation was awkward, my gestures uncertain -a handshake or air kisses, and if the latter, two kisses or three? As an adult, my presence was off-putting.

I took a deep breath and tried again. "When you told me you were beautiful and I was average, I felt bad, because that's true, and I can't believe you would actually say it to me." My chest was heaving up and down, little bubbles rising like in water about to boil, rushing to the surface and popping in my throat.”

“As love addicts begin to develop a relationship with the object of their affection, she wrote, they stop seeing who that person actually is, but instead focus on a fantasy image, which they place like a beautiful mask over the head of the real human being.“

“I'm aware I can be exhausting. "You should exhausting-"you exist too much," my mother often told me.“

“I admit that in the years since 2003, I've begun to expect sig-nifcantly more when it comes to knowledge about the Middle East. I'm troubled by the number of people who lump all Arabs and Muslims into one large, threatening category, support U.S. intervention in the region under the guise of "spreading democracy," without any contextual understanding of the situation on the ground, and vote for xenophobic, uninformed candidates who also have limited knowledge of the region. My expectation is in some ways hypocritical, as I myself have displayed a great lack of political and cultural knowledge in the Middle East. In moments of fury my mother has suggested I write a book called The Way It Should Be for Everybody but Me.”

“We laughed and kept holding on to each other. Besides, we both knew it was too late: we had already started to shatter.”

“Maybe I didn't want the professor to end up like the real people in my life. The people I kept things from because I couldn’t face them myself. Maybe she offered the possibility of escape.“

“You remind me of me.Or the me that I might've been, if my mom didn’t insist on whipping me into who she wanted me to be. I guess I miss that dher version of myself, even though it sort of terrifies me.“

“Everything inside me was beating: my heart, my chest, my throat. This wasn't normal: I shouldn't have gotten so upset, I shouldn't have lost control the way I did.

I needed help, I thought to myself, and then remembered that I was getting help. But it just didn't feel like I was getting any better. I thought of that slogan: Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I never confessed, I just hoped the feelings would go away. But instead they spread like, disease, rushing through my veins and lining my stomach unti I felt nauseated. I then stopped and stood still as another slogan seeped into my head: Secrets keep us sick.”

I really enjoyed some parts of this book and other parts were overwhelming for me. Overall, this being a story of a queer Palestinian woman was a big push for me to give this a read. 

Generally, I think it explores some heavier themes about what it means to be someone’s daughter and what kind of love you crave when it might be missing elsewhere. I couldn’t relate when it came to the relationship parts and relatability is not essential for every book, so it provided a perspective I normally couldn’t imagine myself. 

My biggest personal problem was how quickly perspectives and storytelling switched up with the narrator but it was reflective of how messy and disastrous parts of herself and her experiences could be. I think that reflection of the parts she was scared to share with others bleed into how much I felt I genuinely knew about her. Some loose ends weren’t really tied up and it just felt like this narrative and person would continue to experience without noticeable change since all her battles were going to be lifelong struggles. 

I really enjoyed some parts of this book and other parts were overwhelming for me. Overall, this being a story of a queer Palestinian woman was a big push for me to give this a read. 

Generally, I think it explores some heavier themes about what it means to be someone’s daughter and what kind of love you crave when it might be missing elsewhere. I couldn’t relate when it came to the relationship parts and relatability is not essential for every book, so it provided a perspective I normally couldn’t imagine myself. 

My biggest personal problem was how quickly perspectives and storytelling switched up with the narrator but it was reflective of how messy and disastrous parts of herself and her experiences could be. I think that reflection of the parts she was scared to share with others bleed into how much I felt I genuinely knew about her. Some loose ends weren’t really tied up and it just felt like this narrative and person would continue to experience without noticeable change since all her battles were going to be lifelong struggles. 

armoni mayes

You exist too much  is a novel about a 20-something year old Palestinian American girl who is trying to navigate through her tumultuous relationship with her mother as well as her love obsession with people who will not ever give her the love she wants back. Our main character is bisexual (but maybe pansexual?) which causes an obvious strife with her and her religious mother, who also may have undiagnosed bipolar disorder from what it sounds like. 

I really did enjoy this novel, especially some of the main characters inner dialogue that sounded like comphet. It was also quite funny. 

some of my favorite quotes:

 I winced with fear and a fleeting disgust. A relationship with a woman meant failure: I had failed to get a man, failed to find something normal, failed to not be pathetic.

I’d been clinging to her I-love-yous like a refugee clings to a threatened nationality. They were the homeland that validated my existence. 

Without the security of a relationship, longing felt less safe. It felt lonely.

Rebecca Lum

Zaina Arafat’s debut novel kept me on the edge of my seat, eager to follow the life of her unnamed protagonist. Arafat does a fantastic job of creating a rich character, one who is not always likable, but the weaving of stories from her past and present makes her choices believable. The writing wasn’t anything inspiring, I didn’t find myself drooling over any particular phrases, but her character was incredibly compelling, reminding me it’s ok to make messy choices. 

cedar winslow

3.5 stars
I enjoyed this for the most part. My main problem was that the last third of the book (particularly the bits about Matias and Tara) felt a bit repetitive, dragged out, and frustrating. I felt like they slowed down the momentum of the book a bit without adding much to the narrative. I liked the ending and felt it was fitting for the story, but overall the final impression upon reading this is of slightly less excitement and enjoyment than I experienced reading the first two thirds of the story.

SOLID READ! loved the unabashed imperfections of the nameless main character, almost got #emo finishing it bc i was drawn so intimately to her thoughts mistakes and relentless retrials🙏 kept it #real all throughout (half star off bc that one married dude pissed me off beyond repair 🤣🤷‍♀️) 

sophie yang 

A “provocative and seductive debut” of desire and doubleness that follows the life of a young Palestinian American woman caught between cultural, religious, and sexual identities as she endeavors to lead an authentic life (O, The Oprah Magazine). On a hot day in Bethlehem, a 12–year–old Palestinian–American girl is yelled at by a group of men outside the Church of the Nativity. She has exposed her legs in a biblical city, an act they deem forbidden, and their judgement will echo on through her adolescence. When our narrator finally admits to her mother that she is queer, her mother’s response only intensifies a sense of shame: “You exist too much,” she tells her daughter. Told in vignettes that flash between the U.S. and the Middle East—from New York to Jordan, Lebanon, and Palestine—Zaina Arafat’s debut novel traces her protagonist’s progress from blushing teen to sought–after DJ and aspiring writer. In Brooklyn, she moves into an apartment with her first serious girlfriend and tries to content herself with their comfortable relationship. But soon her longings, so closely hidden during her teenage years, explode out into reckless romantic encounters and obsessions with other people. Her desire to thwart her own destructive impulses will eventually lead her to The Ledge, an unconventional treatment center that identifies her affliction as “love addiction.” In this strange, enclosed society she will start to consider the unnerving similarities between her own internal traumas and divisions and those of the places that have formed her. Opening up the fantasies and desires of one young woman caught between cultural, religious, and sexual identities, You Exist Too Much is a captivating story charting two of our most intense longings—for love, and a place to call home.

A Novel

Sarai Johnson

Glad I suffered through the first third. It gets better, more lush with feeling than the opening which feels amateur. I wonder if it could have used another revision… or if parts of it were added at the insistence of an editor. The revelations about the mother feel unearned and unrelated to what’s happening in the other relationships… though they are clearly related and pivotal. I loved the book for its revelations, not so much for how we arrive there…

A.L.L.

It's a good persepective and thought piece. It doesn't feel like fiction. I had trouble relating but maybe that is the beauty of a book like this.

Maria Davis 

perfectly captures the emotions of feeling torn between two worlds not really belonging to either. Torn between two ethnicities, two identities, two cultures without feeling like you belong to either. Also perfectly captures the feeling of how difficult relationships with your mother can be. How she can criticise every decision you make but you will still strive to please her and make her proud. Despite there being so many differences between me and the main character I related to so many of her struggles. Also love the fact she remained unnamed throughout the book and how smoothly it switched between past and present

I liked it, though I'm not sure that I like how the author handled the idea of "romance addiction." But I'm not a professional and it seems like something that is accepted to exist, but maybe a diagnosis is iffy? It's definitely something that you don't normally see, so that's interesting.

That said, even though I didn't particularly like the protagonist, I think Arafat did a fantastic job of laying out the scenes to depict her life in a way that can let the reader understand where she is getting the foundation for how she handles relationships. I liked the way Arafat depicted the Israel scenes and what the Palestinians encounter at the border, and how this permeates her life. I was so upset about the relationship she got into right after the treatment facility and then happy by the end, so she made me care about the outcome to the point of being frustrated with her choices but hoping it still turns out okay in the end. 

I would definitely recommend this book and will be picking up the next one she writes.

Jales

I had some mixed feelings about this one during most of the book, but at the end I kinda understood many aspects she wrote about. I believe I should’ve enjoyed more tho; there were so much the author presented, I respect a lot what she did. It deserves attention, and I will recommend to some people. 

Also, I’ll probably reread at some point with other eyes.

For now, 3.5

You Exist Too Much

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