
I didn’t love this but I have a (narcissistic) soft spot for Dolly Alderton and London.
I read this to pre-read before recommending to a friend. It made me realise that some women truly love heterosexual men and I can’t believe what a grim grim world they must endure. Sexuality cannot be a choice, this cannot be the good place. Good luck to you all!
Contains spoilers
this might be my first experience with magic realism and it was just fine. In some ways the descent into madness story, and uncertain elements of real and unreal, and the complex inner world really works for a tortured, blocked writer, but in other ways it’s a bit impersonal.
I must note that if I had read this a year ago I may have quite liked it, but as it is I am bored by protagonists who are writers. It feels self indulgent and unattached to any real common human experience. That said, I should probably just diversify my library.
Vague Spoilers:
I predicted a “major” twist very early on, I didn’t think it was particularly subtle, particularly as it’s not an uncommon trope.
More serious spoilers:
In a book where what is real or not is so vague, I’m not sure why she needed an explicitly imaginary friend?
fine I guess, nothing groundbreaking if you’ve been engaged with feminist content for a while. A good entry point, but not without an active interest. It gets quite graphic and intense, without a clear “resolution” that could leave a reader/listener uninspired.
Also the critique of “empowerment” seemed narrow. Criticisms of sex, sexuality and pornography are valid to an extent but extremely nuanced and I’m not sure this book came even close to doing these topics justice.
These thoughts are with a young woman reader imagined. If the book was intended for a male readership, I think the marketing and some of the tone was off, but closer aligned.
I’ll be thinking about this book, its themes, ideas, and conflicts for a long time. Its relevance is astonishing. It’s grim on grim on grim on grim, and then somehow hopeful? I’m not sure the whole thing was well executed, the writing style was almost lazy, definitely unrealistic and at times distracting. The complexity of the familial relationships will keep me up at night. The search for purpose, the need for and maintenance of community, and the personal sacrifices and potential interpersonal harm that it causes, or seems to cause, in an individualistic era is so agonising, both intellectually and emotionally. I wish it were just a bit better written, and perhaps a bit less excessively violent at times. A great not excellent sequel to the first instalment.
This was a dense read and packed with psychoanalytic themes and details that did not sing to me. It was interesting but in many ways not seemingly connected or meaningful. Sounded very whiney in early chapters. Better maybe than Spent? Better job at the meta-memoir, though difficult to follow the timeline.
kinda weird, I feel like this was far more meaningful to the author than it could be for any reader, and that’s ok. Read a little bit like an angsty YA novel, but also like the kind of thing parents would want banned for fear of radicalising their kids into cannibalism. A couple of throwaway lines about being human that would go off on a 15yo emo’s tumblr.
Also the second book I’ve read this month (year?) where characters are motivated by Korean loan sharks so that was kind of boring but also my choices.