A lot of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
I'm sure this is destined to top all the indie fiction lists this spring, and the publisher is selling this as a psychological thriller for fans of Murakami and others. So naturally, I grabbed this and was very much looking forward to it.
Simply put, this book is boring as hell. Overly flowery language, reminiscent of college-level creative writing, fills these pages with so much nothingness, my eyes tended to glaze over many times as I slogged through this book for two weeks.
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| Olivia Sudjic |
The narrator is unlikable, which is an accomplishment, as she is barely given a life or personality. Background characters are confusing, with so many names and locations changing and none of it seeming to matter. I just don't understand if, how, or why I'm supposed to identify with anyone here. They all seem to be cynical, snobbish, millennial-cliches. And as a millennial myself, I can honestly say I have no interest in reading about these character's lives.
Somewhere in here, the narrative is supposedly a dark look at the dangers of putting our lives on social media. But I'll be damned, these people are too boring to bother stalking.
I'd be willing to bet this ends up on a lot of Best New Fiction lists, and Breakout Author features. But it's a hard pass for me.
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