![]() ![]() And every other chapter there is a complete tone shift from that to the flourishing long emails between Eileen and Alice about more profound things in life, at times sophisticated and at times naive and yet painfully earnest and quite a bit reminiscent of those wine-fueled intellectual conversations in college in which truthseeking was stubbornly pursued. There are multitudes of details of their daily routines, either pointlessly awkward or perhaps profound (depending on the point of view, I suppose) conversations - verbal and text messages - and quite a few pages of detailed, mechanistic and honestly quite boring and exceedingly awkward almost-voyeristic sex. It follows four people who make up two eventual couples - Alice and Felix and on the other side of the country Eileen and Simon. Why? It’s not fresh or daring but just irritating, and I know you know how to use them. ![]() ![]() Oh, and before I forget in the rants to come - dear writers, please oh please do not skip dialogue tags in your writing. I don’t know whether that goes along with supposedly being a voice of an entire generation to which I belong - but awkwardness permeates everything, and my reactions fluctuated between boredom, periodic cringing and occasional spark of recognition and relatability - which unfortunately ended up buried under the awkward bits much too often. “Purposeful awkwardness” is how I can describe this book in just two words. ![]()
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