Blair's arms around Louis, with a sleepy smile on her face, can't feel the look on his. The way he stares at the wall. (Nate slept just this peacefully, once, and never knew Blair was already leaving him.)
"What was once a symphony of compassion and intimacy, a cacophony of meaning and synthesis, at the last resolves itself to a single low bassoon note. Charlie Trout's death prefigures Hunter's own inability to rewrite his narrative in time to preserve those connections, and on the last day, we find that the "Ultimate Insider" has, through the attempt to preserve his self-image above all reproach -- even interrogating himself, in a Rothian move that proves ultimately ungenerative and masturbatory, a disingenuous swipe at self-effacing humility that serves only to mythologize Hunter's persona more -- become a "Lonely Boy" in truth, on both sides of the screen."
Chuck is grateful for Lily, and grateful for the time alone -- Nate's at the Spectator, barely noticing the strange looks Ivy and Diana keep giving each other -- to think about his loneliness and how best to resolve it, before it's too late.
"...This young man so intent upon capturing and searching behind the images of those that surround him is, in the end, so entranced by his own image that he cannot move. A modern-day Narcissus, he can no more notice how alone he has become than he has the means to stop it, to return, to find them again and come home. The irony, when juxtaposed with peripatetic Sabrina, seems both explicit and harsh -- the girl who is always coming home, the girl whose homecoming provides pretext for the journey of Hunter's own transformation; whose own transformation, and more to the point the purposeful rewriting, one could easily say, of her own scattered narrative -- provides at least for this reviewer a hopeful inkling of ways, beyond the page, Hunter's humbling and redemption might eventually be accomplished."
But for now, when Alessandra calls, and tells him the Union Square Barnes & Noble reading is filling up, Dan doesn't need to put any names on the door. He'll be inside, alone. He's outside, alone. On either side of the page he's all that's left, ultimately.
JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps Gossip Girl, The Good Wife, Pretty Little Liars and True Blood for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, on Twitter, and on Facebook. IRL work appears in BenBella's SmartPop series of anthologies, most recently A Friday Night Lights Companion and Fringe Science.