Oops I did it again
On lapses in judgment, revenge plots, and songs about horses
hat or lamp?
That’s right, yet again I found myself in the middle of a novel that I didn’t love, and yet again I forced my way to the end. I felt dutybound, both to my inner Tracy Flick and also to the author, who has no I idea who I am but whose work I have adored ever since I read his first novel, a dark and twisted masterpiece about a sociopathic gourmand. It was recommended to me by a terrible boyfriend and he was right: it’s terribly funny and erudite in all the right ways. You should definitely read it:
See? I saved you the trouble of dating somebody terrible.
The new book is a contemporary tale of terrible married people pissing each other off. “Fully drawn” is not the term I would use to describe it. But there was one part, a standalone monologue by a devious crypto bro, that made me laugh out loud.
Here it is:
Yet again, at your service, always and forever.
Lauren
P.S. Beef Season Two is a work of art, Olivia and Rodrigo and Cameron Winter are the most perfect couple, I found a Spotify playlist that’s exclusively songs about horses, I traveled to King of Prussia, Pennsylvania on Monday night to watch a volleyball “combine” that I kept mistakenly calling a “conclave” until a former Olympian quietly pointed out “The only conclaves I know about are at the Vatican?”, there are some seriously weird Italian lamps on Ebay (see holding image), and my sweet daughter went on a [whatever the tween word for playdate is] at the mall by Dekalb station and brought back a present for me: The new Gwendolyn Riley!
