Whenever you take a fiction workshop you are guaranteed that at some point someone will say about some story, “This isn’t the title.” Oftentimes, I want to punch that person in the neck because I am not one of those people who spends a lot of time pondering titles (incidentally, I am also one of those people who cannot remember the names of songs). But Disquiet the title of Julia Leigh’s novella is the kind of fucking brilliance that you can’t not think about it.

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