Review of Prana Extreme, the new novel by Joshua Gross

aThe world seems to be divided into muesli crackers and muesli mash. However, Joshua, the narrator of Joshua Gross’s novel “Extreme Prana,” doesn’t start with the spoon right away, but rather waits until “the milk is sugary and everything clumps up a bit.” Yes, of course, says his girlfriend Lisa, that’s how he is. La Brigg asked Joshua, but received no answer.

In fact, Joshua is not a tough guy. After all, already thirty years old, he not only loves to eat milky food, adores milk slices and sucks countless chupa chupa, even if a friend creates a blog with photos of caries especially for him. No, his resistance to truly solid food is above all an expression of a transcendent quest for self-dissociation and oneness with the universe, which finds fulfillment for a moment in James Turrell’s exhibition. “It was just as Lisa once requested: We were in a mass cleanse, we were in the midst of a ritual smoothing program, surrounded by fluorescent fabric softeners, dangling luminously around us and slowly seeping into us. Everything was purple and horizonless. We were practically bathed in the treatment.” .