Truly one of the biggest disappointments. Which is a shame because I found the writing to be so enchantingly vivid and emotional. I loved the structure of the scenes themselves. Hannah Sloane did a wonderful job of describing the details in gorgeous clips. Small bits like the slow strum of an acoustic guitar, a bird over a fence, a still and cloudless sky drop us directly into the interactions between the characters and their escapades. But ultimately, In the beginning it's easy to be charmed by the innocence of the two protagonists, and how easily they fall into each other. But they soon become completely insufferable. Everything that happens to them is completely situational. Almost all the unfortunate instances fall on Dominic while the amazing moments of self discovery happen to Daphne. Dominic is constantly stuck with writer’s block. He gets rejected when he attempts to make use of the Freedom Clause, and, in one instance, his luck is so awful that a misunderstanding forces him to quit his job. And he has to deal with friends that don’t genuinely care about him. On the other end, Daphne has a lot of success with the Freedom Clause, and four out of her five sexual escapades end in cathartic orgasms. Her run in with a random stranger ends up in an encouraging and supportive friendship from (mainly from their end because we rarely see Daphne tending to him). She lands a job at the first food magazine she interviews for, and easily moves into editorial after her first meeting with the editor-in-chief, which she didn’t even request. Her cooking blog becomes a national sensation within two years of its creation. And she’s easily able to replace all her sour childhood memories with the discovery of her birth father, who instantly cozies up to her and invites her into his life. Their roles could easily reverse and it wouldn’t make a difference in plot. Naturally, whoever is dealt the unlucky hand will wallow in self doubt and insecurity, while whoever walks away with the stacked deck will flourish and blossom. By the last forty to thirty percent of the novel, it feels that the world is just packing punches against Dominic, constantly leaving him to feel even more lousy and insignificant. If he had gotten a few publishing offers and high altitude orgasms then this easily could have been about his journey to self confidence.
More so, the characters of color, particularly Ash and Aparna, are treated as plot support for Daphne rather than actual well-rounded characters. Ash is the gay best friend, who encourages spontaneity without any filter or inhibition. Most of his dialogue is centered around Daphne’s confidence, either by helping her change or emphasizing her growth towards the second half of the novel. Aside from two instances in the beginning, Aparna only shows up every so often to worry about Daphne or to lament about her marriage with Dominic. In addition, there’s Rafael, who Daphne sleeps with in Mexico. He solely exists to be a young, attractive, Mexican man, who is unable to speak English but is still capable of eliciting mind-numbing orgasms.
It’s clear that Hannah Sloane intended for the message of her novel to encourage women to gain confidence and refuse to settle for anything mediocre. But unfortunately she completely misses the mark and ignores the multi-dimensionality of women. Confident women can still make mistakes and apologize for their transgressions. Empowered women are capable of hurting others and being ignorant. Confident women are capable of going into phases of insecurity and toxicity. And empowered women don’t always dress to the nines and look conventionally attractive. I wish that feminism and gender equality was as simple as getting a makeover, traveling to Mexico for an “Eat, Pray, Love” revelation, and having a few orgasms. I wish those makeovers and orgasms can blow away misogynistic men in positions of power, pay inequality, and systematic industries that cater and favor white men. I wish a simple trip to Mexico would fix all the women who destroy and knock down other women to get ahead. But it’s not that simple. And building self-confidence is genuine work. It’s about facing your demons, and sometimes accepting that said demons will be ugly. It’s about accepting the negative sides of yourself, and learning to apologize and forgive. It’s about learning to accept rejection and taking all the punches that life throws at you with your head held high. It’s about boldly facing sexism that comes in packages of micro-aggressions and systematic institutions that won’t be fixed by telling off your egotistical boss just once. And most importantly, it’s learning to treat others with compassion and staying humble.
In the end, the basic half-baked feminism is what holds “The Freedom Clause” back. Both the men and the women are one note and predictable. There aren’t any solutions presented to real world issues to help women who may be experiencing discrimination or harassment in the work place. And there aren’t any suggestions for men who are struggling to find their footing in their own relationships or suffering from their own forms of sexism. Instead, all we end up with is the story of one woman’s happenstance with confidence, and her husband’s inability to deal with miscommunication. Nothing else and certainly nothing more.