A review by mollybonovskyanderson
Green Girl by Kate Zambreno

1.0

I'm afraid I gave up on this one. I may have liked it better as a (very) young woman, but as an adult, I found it a tedious meditation on self-absorption and aimless melancholy. The constant name-dropping of French New-Wave films was grating. While there are some moments of lovely figurative language, overall, I recognized right away that I was not the target audience here, but I wonder, was I ever? Even as a depressed teen who enjoyed The Bell Jar and Girl, Interrupted, I think I would have wanted to slap Ruth and tell her to look outside of herself with something other than judgement and distaste. Instead, she does nothing but Pout, frown, quote something in hopes of sounding profound, repeat. My feelings toward this book confirm one thing: that I've grown up, thank goodness.