Dear Nora is a slow and toxic descent into allowing a trauma to consume you. kinsella examines what happens when the stages of grief stagnate and are allowed to unfurl and fester into the darkest edges. this collection of addiction fueled letters leaves the writer to spin ever deeper into his own demons and self-loathing as he pins all responsibility on the woman he lost, chipping away at himself until he is only his most irredeemable parts.

c. michael kinsella writes because he has to.