I really did not like this. It was promised to be, to quote the blurb, “an old-school literary satire in the mode of Vladimir Nabokov as well as a jolly thumb in the eyes of contemporary screen-life and digital celebrity”, but I just didn’t get that from the book.
The main character’s voice becomes tedious to listen to very quickly, the plot picks up quite slowly, the frame of the narrative isn’t particularly interesting or related to the inner story, and the only resolve provided is hardly that, told through the lens of the narrator’s mania rather than given any outside perspective.
The resolve itself doesn’t really satisfy, though I assume that’s not the point in the first place, and I couldn’t understand why characters turn out not to be who you were made to think they are, or to not exist at all. The elements that are supposed to cut through the story, in the form of cocktail recipes and “sponsored content”, become quite trite quite quickly.
Essentially, it felt like being taken on a trip to somewhere I didn’t particularly want to go, with a travel companion I didn’t particularly want to get to know better.