Helpful Score: 1
I kept having to re-read sections of pages and still it was nonsense to me, I wondered was this author not American, or was this a bad translation? Why did the main character's boss's tie sway down near his crotch (who wears a tie that long), why would he get panicky-pissed every time he sees trees, why would a good editor not see bark but leaves, what does that even mean and why does it even merit mentioning? All these tedious questions just from page 2.
So the main character Camille is a reporter at Chicago's Daily Post sent home to Wind Gap, MO to investigate a serial killing; victims are 10 yr old Natalie Keene and 9 yr old Ann Nash. Our narrator wants us to know that as a 12 year old she masturbated in a hunting shack full of pornography and dead squirrels, at 13 she lost her virginity to a football team, and now as a 32 yr old woman she is taking oxycontin and ecstasy and drinking vodka (yup, all at once) with her 13 year old half-sister Amma. After 282 pages describing the drugs and sex her little sister engages in, "for the first time I realized how offensively young (she) was".
The book is filled with twitching, tingling, and tweaking and sharp objects, and other cutting imagery. I don't know if this qualifies as glamorizing the sickness but there was definitely an overarching attention to superficial beauty and material wealth, so OF COURSE it turns out the author Gillian FLynn works at Entertainment Weekly in real life. Also, it seems a bit reckless to me to be inferring some connection between methods of self-harm (such as the main character's cutting and her mom's compulsion to pluck her own eyebrows) and homicidal tendencies. Hated reading this writer, bah
So the main character Camille is a reporter at Chicago's Daily Post sent home to Wind Gap, MO to investigate a serial killing; victims are 10 yr old Natalie Keene and 9 yr old Ann Nash. Our narrator wants us to know that as a 12 year old she masturbated in a hunting shack full of pornography and dead squirrels, at 13 she lost her virginity to a football team, and now as a 32 yr old woman she is taking oxycontin and ecstasy and drinking vodka (yup, all at once) with her 13 year old half-sister Amma. After 282 pages describing the drugs and sex her little sister engages in, "for the first time I realized how offensively young (she) was".
The book is filled with twitching, tingling, and tweaking and sharp objects, and other cutting imagery. I don't know if this qualifies as glamorizing the sickness but there was definitely an overarching attention to superficial beauty and material wealth, so OF COURSE it turns out the author Gillian FLynn works at Entertainment Weekly in real life. Also, it seems a bit reckless to me to be inferring some connection between methods of self-harm (such as the main character's cutting and her mom's compulsion to pluck her own eyebrows) and homicidal tendencies. Hated reading this writer, bah
