A review by thespiritoftheage
Harvard Square by André Aciman

1.0

Listen, don't do this to yourself. Aciman's prose and style are sublime, indeed. However, reading this book made me age. His treatment of women and the narrator's quasi pathological attitude towards them in particular and to everything else in general exhaust me to no end. Obsessive, toxic, inmature, chauvinistic... are some of the adjectives that spring to my mind. I can't read a book by a man who writes about sexuality while being embarrassingly clueless of female anatomy. I can't read a book that feels like I'm having an unwanted conversation with a grown man who is so self absorved that talks like the whole world is against him, poor misunderstood him, seeking affection in all the wrong places, depending emotionally on other people while treating them like their lives are subjected to his whims.