Mostafa Chizari
Alternative title: The Life and Struggles of a Rich Person Who Is Super Hot and Everyone Knows It
I wondering whether I'm just simply not the target audience, or if I'm simply too anti-capitalist to enjoy a bootstraps fantasy about fame and exceptionalism. It starts off fairly engaging and is clearly competently written, but the entire thing collapses under how painfully shallow it is. Evelyn is the only character with any real attention paid to her, and even she feels two-dimensional. The book constantly gestures at Big Topics™ like race, sexuality, grief, and ambition, but almost always uses them as shortcuts to cheap emotional beats that never land.
“Movie stars are movie stars are movie stars...
we are the chosen ones because we are extraordinary”
Alternative title: The Life and Struggles of a Rich Person Who Is Super Hot and Everyone Knows It
I wondering whether I'm just simply not the target audience, or if I'm simply too anti-capitalist to enjoy a bootstraps fantasy about fame and exceptionalism. It starts off fairly engaging and is clearly competently written, but the entire thing collapses under how painfully shallow it is. Evelyn is the only character with any real attention paid to her, and even she feels two-dimensional. The book constantly gestures at Big Topics™ like race, sexuality, grief, and ambition, but almost always uses them as shortcuts to cheap emotional beats that never land.
“Movie stars are movie stars are movie stars...
we are the chosen ones because we are extraordinary”
