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My Year of Rest and Relaxation
by Ottessa Moshfegh
Jesus Christ, the narrator of this book might be the most unlikable narrator I’ve ever met. I know that’s the point, but she seems to have not a singular redeeming quality, and I spent most of the book actively praying on her downfall. The rest of the time I felt depressed by association after reading Moshfegh’s description of the narrator’s depression. After the narrator’s best friend is involved in a certain historical event near the end of the novel, I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath because it was such a random, yet predictable detail that this novel could have easily just not included. The narrator’s ending was also super random, but not in a fun way, in more of a “what the fuck” way. I don’t necessarily regret reading this, but it’s definitely overhyped and I don’t hesitate to shit on it.