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A review by andotherworlds
Fake Accounts by Lauren Oyler
2.0
2 // oh my god was this dry and painful (rtc hopefully)
ohhh look i am actually writing a review:
Ok so this book was bad. The idea behind it was somewhat enticing, and I received it as a gift so I partially forced myself into giving it a try, but oh how I regret that. The only why I can describe it is like if you were watching an NYU film major's short film on a moody white liberal female protagonist in Berlin. The entire book feels like the author is trying to brandish their ability to string a sentence together with eloquent vocabulary, but all that is achieved is pretentious nonsense. The only redeeming quality in this book is the plot towards the end, but even that wasn't enough to make me like it. The rest was just listening to a privileged white woman hyper focus on her boring boyfriend. The entire time we hear all these subtle "flexes" of her ability to live this generally rich/pretentious (yes I will repeat this word because I find it is the optimal way of describing this all) lifestyle including indefinite travel, yoga, and Twitter.
Perhaps the target demographic for this was hipster, gentrified Brooklyn millennials (which would make some sense as I was sent this from a monthly Strand box), so if you fit such descriptions then maybe you would enjoy this. Personally, this was simply not for me.
ohhh look i am actually writing a review:
Ok so this book was bad. The idea behind it was somewhat enticing, and I received it as a gift so I partially forced myself into giving it a try, but oh how I regret that. The only why I can describe it is like if you were watching an NYU film major's short film on a moody white liberal female protagonist in Berlin. The entire book feels like the author is trying to brandish their ability to string a sentence together with eloquent vocabulary, but all that is achieved is pretentious nonsense. The only redeeming quality in this book is the plot towards the end, but even that wasn't enough to make me like it. The rest was just listening to a privileged white woman hyper focus on her boring boyfriend. The entire time we hear all these subtle "flexes" of her ability to live this generally rich/pretentious (yes I will repeat this word because I find it is the optimal way of describing this all) lifestyle including indefinite travel, yoga, and Twitter.
Perhaps the target demographic for this was hipster, gentrified Brooklyn millennials (which would make some sense as I was sent this from a monthly Strand box), so if you fit such descriptions then maybe you would enjoy this. Personally, this was simply not for me.