A review by travisclau
Eleanor, or, The Rejection of the Progress of Love by Anna Moschovakis

1.0

The obnoxious kind of postmodern metafiction that tries so hard that the only way its heavy-handedness can be justified is by saying that it's precisely the "point" of a novel that is grappling with the everyday banality of living under late capitalism. I tried to like this novel for what I thought it was doing, but aside from some sharp moments of description, particularly of micro-sensations and the seemingly indescribable aspects of inferiority, this indulged in the very worst of "postmodern" or "post-postmodern" in its attempt to be a "theory novel" while trying to disavow that through irony or humor.