A review by annaldolan
Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A. by Eve Babitz

2.0

I enjoy the thought of a young woman’s life in Los Angeles. But I found that book didn’t live up to that idea. I wanted to hear about parties and drugs not simply the mention about them . I do still have a open mind to her other books if they are not as stale as this. I am a Canadian teenager so I do not understand the references I didn’t mind that but I just felt it was appropriate to add because some others would enjoy it who knows about this kind of stuff. At times her writing was pretentious and spent a lot of time her explaining absolutely nothing. One thing I noticed is there are a lot of small rants that are ‘a part of the story’ simply because they are in brackets but simply adds nothing. It’s also subtly racist, homophobic and misogynistic but it is ingnored because people enjoy her writting. Like how people do with Coleen Hoover. (I’m adding that because I know it will piss off the classic sad literary girls who support her writting so much.) I don’t think she is as witty and clever people lead her up to be. While she never says anything to support my next claim it reads off as “I had a cool life with cool, hot famous people.” One of the parts I found the most odd is how she explains men don’t like plus size women except for herself? None of the characters had personality not even the narrator. I felt the whole book was her name dropping and showing how cool and desirable she was through these characters. ‘Even a queer man wants to be with me.’ Or ‘this girl is so cool she’d never want to be friends with me. But oh wait she does because I am one of those people who say they aren’t something so people will compliment me on it.’ But at the same time it is self righteous she also try’s to portray herself as a a outsider which is Bs because she is one of the og nepo babies. It was so short but so hard to get through. Anyways don’t take this to heart, books are art so they are subjective and rip.