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2.0

I love Jenny Odell’s first book, How to Do Nothing and its way of combining a meditative tone with astute analysis of various interconnected subjects. But this second book feels rushed and cobbled together from many citations without much original thought on Odell’s part. Often throughout the book it felt as though the author was overly reliant on juxtaposed citations and letting those speak for themselves, with just a tiny bit of personal insight tacked on.

This felt a lot like some essays I’ve written for school that suffered from (ironically) an expedited deadline. My impression is that although there’s flashes of Odell’s usual brilliance here, it feels like her publishers were pushing her to complete another surefire bestseller.