“We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are” — Anaïs Nin.
As I read Delusions, I became obsessed with it on multiple levels. I began it by thinking Cazzie must have collected some great karma in her past lives to be born as “Cazzie David” and to be part of “The Lucky Sperm Club” and be part of a privileged group of nepo babies who never have to struggle to get their endeavors noticed. But deeper into the soul of the book, as I peeled away the layers of her essays which are filled with tongue-in-cheek humor and esoteric angst, I began to contemplate and relate to the pieces in very personal ways. And I was triggered as if I took a bite into a madeleine. Memories came flooding back. Cazzie references The Vineyard and I went to summer camp on Martha’s Vineyard from 1959 to 1962. I hated that place. I never saw so much annoying cloying seaweed in water at an extremely uncomfortable rocky beach. Cazzie watches Gilmore Girls to calm down and I watch Match Game with Gene Rayburn on Buzzr. Cazzie is attached to her phone and I am addicted to my land line with 3 way calling. She references Venmo and Tik Tok. I still write checks and watched videos on Betamax. I do not take Prozac, I take Losartan. Cazzie uses many buzz words typical of her generation like “rage quit” and “catfish” and I was catfished! She talks about the color Blueberry Milk and I recalled how I wore Fire and Ice. The book should be in a time capsule for visitors from other planets to read in the far off future because it provides so much insight into the Millennial culture the way Good-bye Columbus, saddle shoes, and
Doo-wop music defines Boomers. I felt like Joanna Harcourt-Smith as I moved along and got deeper into the content. While reading this book, I began to have lucid dreams about hanging out in NYC with my new “BFF bestie” Cazzie and having matcha lattes and later going for Carvel. In my fantasy, we were becoming a new version of Harold and Maude while enjoying egg creams at Eisenberg’s and in the park she might teach me Wordle and after that I could engage her in Pisha Paysha. I am very serious and not being eleemosynary. I loved this book and even dog-eared pages so I could read some content again because I stopped watching ASMR videos when some of the parts in this book became so much better ways to reduce my stress. Cazzie writes: “Like, the front lines of social media.” I can’t stop laughing. I am giving it an honest 5 stars because these essays worked for me. What a “trip!”
OMG. Yay.
