This book had so much potential. As a Queer person with cerebral palsy, O’Connell captured parts of my experience beautifully: the internalized ableism, the subconscious desire to be objectified, the anger and resentment, the self destruction. While it was hard for me to read and sit with these parts, they were raw and honest and I appreciated that.
However, the plot ultimately fell flat for me. O’Connell did such a great job at setting the main character up as the “villain” but seemed to phone in the character arc. It felt like the majority of the book was spent develop the gritty, unlikeable parts of Elliott, only for him to wrap it all up in a couple of pages. Not to mention the glaring irony of River accusing Elliott of viewing him like a “manic pixie sex worker” only for Elliott to do EXACTLY THAT with Jonas. I’m sorry but Jonas really was a manic pixie crip character who served only to prop Elliott up. Elliott’s self reflection and ultimate growth came solely through his sexual and romantic connection with Jonas. I would have much preferred to see him achieve this on his own. Other disabled people are not here to serve as a mirror for your own ableism and self hatred!
I also took issue with the simplistic view of recovery. I think Elliott’s drinking problem was well-written and sheds light on a side of substance use that is often ignored, but the recovery aspect was so poorly done. This man really read one book about alcoholism and was cured.
This book also frustrated me because it was so similar to O’Connell’s memoir “I’m Special and Other Lies we Tell Ourselves. “ I don’t think many people read this book, and only know of O’Connell from the Netflix adaptation of the book, but let me tell you, “Just by Looking at Him” contains so many recycled jokes and plot points that it is essentially a memoir 2.0 written under the guise of fiction.
Finally, this is just my own personal taste, but I strongly disliked the writing style of the book. O’Connell tends to write as if he’s texting, which not only screams elder-millennial, but in my opinion, dilutes otherwise hard-hitting scenes.
Overall, this book feels like a first draft. I am excited to see my experience represented so accurately in O’Connell’s writing, but I think there is still a lot of work to do.