Fiction. Hybrid Genre. Poetry. YOUR LOVE ALONE IS NOT ENOUGH is a novel in ruins. It gestures toward convention: in character, setting, plot, form; yet these conventions disintegrate as the work leans into a lyric fiction, charged by an inability to reconcile the exterior and interior worlds in the face of grief. It is, most of all, a book about loss and as such it is not neat. It fails and persists, fails and persists again. It petitions a form that might allow for the simultaneity of incongruent selves, contradicting each other in both space and time. So it is here for everything it cannot be, as much as for everything it can. It is a poem. A novel. A silent movie. A dream.
YOUR LOVE ALONE IS NOT ENOUGH is a requiem for people who never had enough time and for places that never had enough light: it maps out desolations, makes cartography of remnants, and, in its most sublime moments, pushes all the ugly, all the abject, all the lonely together into one all encompassing portrait of contemporary trying. A luminous and debilitating work.--Renee Gladman
The most interesting novelist work being done today is being done in the wreckage of the novel as a genre, as Froude's YOUR LOVE ALONE IS NOT ENOUGH demonstrates. Re-envisioning Richey Edwards as Buratino--who is himself a re-envisioning of Pinnochio--Froude slips between both identities and genres, looking for the sweet spot where something new can resonate. This is genuinely hybrid work in a way that very few things that claim to be hybrid actually are.--Brian Evenson