Björn recenserade My Year of Rest and Relaxation av Ottessa Moshfegh
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I keep thinking of comparisons as I'm pulled, grinning, through this novel in two long breathless sessions. Kafka, Camus, Ellis, Wurtzel, whatever... then on the last few pages it strikes me that this is essentially the millennial, post-postmodern, post-ironic version of Perec's A Man Who Sleeps.
And all of it is just my projecting things on the novel that it doesn't need, because Moshfegh's writing feels so self-assured, so sneeringly matter-of-fact but with a good ol' dose of US sentiment lurking in the corners that any comparisons to other writers feels like I'm trying to lend the novel a glory it doesn't need to borrow.
I keep thinking of comparisons as I'm pulled, grinning, through this novel in two long breathless sessions. Kafka, Camus, Ellis, Wurtzel, whatever... then on the last few pages it strikes me that this is essentially the millennial, post-postmodern, post-ironic version of Perec's A Man Who Sleeps.
And all of it is just my projecting things on the novel that it doesn't need, because Moshfegh's writing feels so self-assured, so sneeringly matter-of-fact but with a good ol' dose of US sentiment lurking in the corners that any comparisons to other writers feels like I'm trying to lend the novel a glory it doesn't need to borrow.