![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I wonder if the sunk cost fallacy isn't at work here: if someone published this and someone edited it and someone nominated the author's previous work for awards, then this must be good, right? We wouldn't all have put so much effort into a boring hack. I've been reading good reviews all morning to try and figure out what I missed, but a lot of people who wrote positive reviews didn't actually like it either: it's an unpleasant reading experience, and a lot of the book's high ratings seem to be on the dubious merit of that unpleasantness. ![]() There's so little substance in the actual text that I'm not even sure how to go about this review. If you're here looking for recommendations, I'd give this one a pass and read the Kleeman instead.Īnother entry in the baffling 'women can be assholes too!' movement, My Year of Rest and Relaxation is all smoke and mirrors: Moshfegh is a good enough writer on a sentence level to make it seem like her book is about something, but I can assure you that it is absolutely not. Instead I got 300 pages of vapid bullshit that seems unreasonably proud of itself. I was expecting something like You Too Can Have a Body Like Mine: a weird, disturbing book about a young woman dissociating from modern society. My Year of Rest and Relaxation could have been good. ![]()
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