In Please Don’t Leave Me Scarlett Johansson, Thomas Patrick Levy shows us what we want: connection, sex, power over others.
He shows us what we fear: loneliness, unfulfilled longing, that we don’t even have power over ourselves. He shows us who we are.
“O Scarlett I don’t know what mountains these are,” but I know longing when I see it.
Longing for connection “when I swim into your white dress.”
Longing for pain in footsteps “still pressed across my chest,” longing for release in lipstick that can explode a face.
“And sometimes Scarlett I am afraid to touch you with these hands I’ve broken over steering wheels.”
There is brokenness here.
A sweaty shaking heart.
A radio moaning.
A man cut “into equal mounds of dough.”
And there is sex. Heels braced against bedposts, tongues like kite strings. Berry-flavored hips. “A strong ocean of paint spilling out from the fold of your neck when I kiss you.”
In Please Don’t Leave Me Scarlett Johansson, Thomas Patrick Levy shows us what we want: connection, sex, power over others.
He shows us what we fear: loneliness, unfulfilled longing, that we don’t even have power over ourselves.
He shows us who we are.
Read this book.
Find out.