the Internet is for real

the Internet is for real inverts the autobiography in the age of dis-integration, calling into question all narratives of national belonging.

“Right? So that the universe could eat me & send traces everywhere, this book or the backroom countertop audio of the same scene.”

Sifting through—and re-writing—the films of Godard, the novels of Henry James, Twin Peaks, VR fantasies, Internet ephemera, and his father’s dreams of Cuba, Chris Campanioni reveals the materiality of our spaceless encounters, and forces us to reckon with the violence hidden below the sleek 4G surface. As he revisits his parents’ migration to the United States and his own first-generation dislocation through a blur of poetry, prose, and screen-play, Campanioni shows us that in a culture of self-dissemination and unlimited arrivals, we are all exiles under the sign of a