Endtroducing... Endleanor

Hi! Welcome to Outside Bones. My name is Eleanor Russell and this is my newsletter. I’m a writer and mom and wife and dog companion and I don’t have a job. I spend a lot of time pacing. I occasionally have ideas. I write them down here.

Topics include, but are not limited to: comedy, US politics, performance, sound, music, books, affect, emotion, disability, mental illness, Being Online, loneliness, utopia, grief, race, gender, family, my family, your family, sexuality, your family’s sexuality, specifically your mom and sister’s sexuality, and critical theory.

This newsletter is an opportunity for me to share my ideas within the benefits of the structured essay form, but without an authority figure as editor supervising my work. Continuing with some of the ideas I was into as a graduate student—namely, transgressive performance, identity politics, voice, all the concepts and objects that Mladen Dolar might call “entit[ies] of the edge”—I look forward to Outside Bones being a space for capaciousness, for speed of thought, and for investigations into new fathoms of depth not supported by an institutional environment.

This is to say: It’s time to get weird, folks.

Named for a joke from Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, this newsletter is largely composed of the flickering moments, concepts, jokes, feelings, and objects that I am obsessed by. In other words, as a consumer, I am also consumed. The writing you will find here features my efforts to escape from various mouths.

In the coming weeks, please look forward to my first official post.

Thanks for reading!

Seacrest out,

Eleanor