My Year of Rest and Relaxation
Ottessa Moshfegh
A shocking, hilarious and strangely tender novel about a young woman’s experiment in narcotic hibernation, aided and abetted by one of the worst psychiatrists in the annals of literature. Our narrator has many of the advantages of life, on the surface. Young, thin, pretty, a recent Columbia graduate, she lives in an apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan paid for, like everything else, by her inheritance. But there is a vacuum at the heart of things, and it isn’t just the loss of her parents in college, or the way her Wall Street boyfriend treats her, or her sadomasochistic relationship with her alleged best friend. It’s the year 2000 in a city aglitter with wealth and possibility; what could be so terribly wrong? This story of a year spent under the influence of a truly mad combination of drugs, designed to heal us from our alienation from this world, shows us how reasonable, even necessary, that alienation sometimes is. Blackly funny, both merciless and compassionate – dangling its legs over the ledge of 9/11 – this novel is a showcase for the gifts of one of America’s major young writers working at the height of her powers.
Publication Year: 2018
I keep seeing reviews of this book being absolutely insufferable, which, makes sense to me because the main character was never meant to be liked, it was kind of the whole point of the story. So objectively, I just want to know how a story about an insufferable main character female character constantly whining about her privilege can be made better? Do mark for spoilers 🫶 (I actually enjoyed this book despite it draining me! There were some parts that were meh especially the final parts of the book. But generally I thought it was a good read.)
4Dr. Tuttle is a whole show on her own, a complete clinical disaster 😂😂 Kinda useless tbh
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