My Year of Rest and Relaxation

Given the hype, I was expecting to dislike this.

I didn't.

The protagonist is privileged, inhuman, simultaneously vapid and profound, fake and the realest. A complete basket case.

The writer is incredibly skilled in controlling her naked prose and cut it as close to where it would bleed as possible.
(At one point, she describes the movements of a character's hands as they mimic the box in which their mother's ashes are sitting, unironically, as “voguing”).

The book doesn't really want to teach you anything. And that's okay.
That's honest.

5 out 5 stars. As unethical and slightly painful as it feels to describe this book as “good”, it's impossible not to.