Ottessa Moshfegh | Fiction 2018
Some found it amusing, some bemusing. Let’s face it, this is a dark book about a privileged woman who is severely clinically depressed and designs her life so she can spend a year sleeping and popping an extraordinary number of pills prescribed by an irritating and unethical psychiatrist, who is devoid of values. The narrator’s sometimes boyfriend and best friend are nearly as dysfunctional as the psychiatrist.
I came back from yoga class this evening and couldn’t even pick it up. It was simply too depressing, and also too unrealistic. I was hoping the psychiatrist would be the real thing, and we would watch her attempt to help our narrator. Instead, the psychiatrist is a caricature, and the narrator takes advantage of this.
Someone recommended this to me, but I can’t for the life of me remember who, which is probably good.