I was drawn in by the title, the cover and the back page blurb of this book- the journey of a successful NYC female ad executive in a bid to find her own happiness. The ad land hype has turned hollow and Dylan takes a bold step quitting her job, abandoning the hypocrisy of it all, in search of her own truth. Where does it lie? Is it in her own writing, a different living space, a new love affair…
The writing is clever, at times a little too much so, a tad remote. I am also not a fan of the no “quotation marks” format as it meant at times, as in this novel, it was unclear as to whether it was dialogue or inner dialogue. Who said what was also a distraction. The novel also includes some gross anecdotes that add an unnecessary yuk factor and left me wondering what the author was hoping to achieve by this.
I’d hoped that something illuminating would befall Dylan on her journey … but in fact it all leads to nowhere. And therein is the story.
Dylan in her late thirties, suffering an intense ennui, throws in her job and moves to a NYC house sit - she cedes control of her life and even her own body. She starts a sexually charged affair with the guy from the apartment downstairs. Gabe, her paramour, is married to Kate. In fact it is his wife that invites Dylan to the gathering at their place in the first instance. He very early on tells her his marriage, ‘is not a thing’. Really, and what does that mean? There’s posturing statements and enigmatic sexual encounters, but Dylan doesn’t manage to question any of this, not out loud at any rate. So what isn't ‘a thing’ … his marriage, his love for his wife, his infidelity, or is his time with her, this side affair with her, not ‘a thing’?
As charismatic as he seems it is immediately obvious that Gabe is the classic narcissistic cad, albeit with an allure and charm all his own. Whilst there is an intense erotic energy that drives Dylan and Gabe’s connection, I began to find her little-girl-lost demeanour and her inability to voice her words, declare herself and the questions in her head, annoying. She readily accepts the role of sexual plaything for this man. Was this really about finding herself - or was she simply hitching herself to yet another man that wasn’t right for her? Perhaps it was just the attention that she craved.
In fact, I found Dylan and the key characters in this mostly unlikeable and couldn’t connect. The only likeable person is Matt her long distance boyfriend. Dylan is a manipulator in her own right - she keeps her relationship with Matt on hold as if she can dip into it at any moment and resume it, as and when it suits her. She knows he wants her to move to San Francisco to be with him and maybe that is at the root of all her dissonance, but she leaves Matt hanging, deceived, unaware of her ditching her job and moving house, left on the sidelines, in the dark. She has the self awareness to think, p74 “Matt is not getting a fair shake. This is clear, though feels seperate from her somehow.” It turns out to be a rather callous act when it is Matt’s care and attentiveness that saves her life when her health hits a crisis. And so, also then the affair is exposed for what it is.
I found Dylan to be so very self absorbed that rather than identifying with her plight, her dissonance and confusion, I didn’t like her or care too much what happened. Dylan abdicated responsibility for Matt, and likewise did not give much real thought to Kate, Gabe’s wife. This it seems was her classic mistake - to succumb to him, the married man, so readily. It also just seemed cliche this escape into a delusion that allowed her to completely disregard that Gabe even had a wife, the ego fantasy trip - ‘he wants me more’. Until it becomes evident that it is in fact the other way around.
Dylan seemed so lacking in self awareness that she didn't grasp her complicity in this fantasy, avidly accepting the role of erotic plaything. Given her worldlyness it was a surprise that the classic fantasy plays out in her head - the one where the married man will just exit his cosy life for her. He’ll choose me. And of course, that is Gabe’s trump card - she had been played by him and his wife who knew all along.
The only part I found infuriatingly real and moving was the complete abandonment Gabe gets away with when he whispers in her ear, as she is miscarrying his child, ‘I have a life’. Of course, he has a life that is not only more important than, but also excludes her - it is his life that matters not hers. And he’d had two women in his thrall playing his tune.
In the end Dylan is alone, finding herself, her own life, realising Gabe had been incidental.
Sadly, for all the clever writing, the novel left me cold.