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Cleopatra and Frankenstein
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I was here to celebrate this debut (great title! great cover!), but alas, I had to stop reading at 51 % percent because I just couldn't bear it anymore, and I hardly DNF books. On New Year’s Eve 2006, 24-year-old British artist Cleo meets Frank, a wealthy 40-something advertising executive in New York City. First romance, then turbulance ensues, as Cleo's artistic ambitions do not develop as expected and Frank drinks quite a lot. Both protagonists are largely unsympathetic, which wouldn't be a problem (when it comes to writers like Ottessa Moshfegh, it's the whole appeal) if they were interesting. Needless to say, they are not: Wayward Cleo flexes with the fact that her husband pays, Frank lives his life like he's collecting stories he can tell at drug-fuelled parties (which should also show that this is clearly not an effort in the vein of Sally Rooney, the politics are fundamentally different and here, feminism mainly features as a rhetorical gimmick).
The text jumped the shark for me when, apparently to illustrate peak quirkiness, Frank impulsively buys an animal from an obviously shady animal trader, he and Cleo think it's super funny to cluelessly purchase such a creature and to keep it in their apartment although it's forbidden in the whole city and they don't know how to provide for its needs, and then neglect it. These people are assholes (maybe assholes with a trauma, but that's no excuse), but the way these animal cruelty passages are written, it seems like the writer disagrees and thinks that Cleo and Frank are...bohemians?
And then there is a whole cast of family and friends that are broadly described, although they hardly add to the main storyline and remain equally cliched: The mean stepmom, the jealous sister, the gay best friend...*siiiigh*. It's a cast right out of a 90's sitcom. And the text is way, way too long, there is not enough plot or depth to support this many pages. The lives of all of these people, their feelings and the events they attend feel stale, like déjà-vus.
I wish I could have loved this more.
The text jumped the shark for me when, apparently to illustrate peak quirkiness, Frank impulsively buys an animal from an obviously shady animal trader, he and Cleo think it's super funny to cluelessly purchase such a creature and to keep it in their apartment although it's forbidden in the whole city and they don't know how to provide for its needs, and then neglect it. These people are assholes (maybe assholes with a trauma, but that's no excuse), but the way these animal cruelty passages are written, it seems like the writer disagrees and thinks that Cleo and Frank are...bohemians?
And then there is a whole cast of family and friends that are broadly described, although they hardly add to the main storyline and remain equally cliched: The mean stepmom, the jealous sister, the gay best friend...*siiiigh*. It's a cast right out of a 90's sitcom. And the text is way, way too long, there is not enough plot or depth to support this many pages. The lives of all of these people, their feelings and the events they attend feel stale, like déjà-vus.
I wish I could have loved this more.
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Thank you, Chris! It's of course possible that you'd like it better than I did, but I have a hunch you wouldn't! :-)

I also had high hopes, Elizabete!! :-(

Hahaha, I hope you'll like it better than I did!
@all of you: I am very sensitive to animal cruelty, which doesn't mean that I don't tolerate reading about it at all - as it is as a phenomenon that unfortunately exists in this world, it needs to be reflected in fiction. But when this text - already rather tedious at this point - portrayed impulsively and illegaly purchasing an exotic animal as a quirky, fun adventure, I've really had enough.

Thank you, Linda! I wish I could have loved this more.

Discussing books is only possible when people provide arguments though.

I've only got through half of it, so...

Haha, Lailah, you clearly know the wrong people! :-)


Hahaha, Danke! :-) Ich konnte es einfach nicht fassen, als Tierquälerei unter alternativem Bohème-Lifestyle subsumiert wurde, da dreh ich durch bei so was!


Yes, Whitney! I mean, animal cruelty is a thing that exists in the world and thus can be a topic of literature, but here, the framing is the problem: Illegally purchasing an exotic animal is not a cute and quirky thing, and then mistreating it is not a bohemian lifestyle choice. I don't understand what this author was thinking.


The thing is that animal cruelty is, as you point out, used as a plot device to show their immaturity and quirkiness, but they are not quirky bohemians, they are rather stupid, cruel, and offensively boring wannabe edgelords, and the text seems fully unaware of that and takes the position that these are somehow relatable people adrift in the big city looking for love or some cliche nonsense. They don't need empathy (as the text suggests), they need a reality check, because they are horrible, irresponsible and pathetic (on which the text mysteriously disagrees, and that's the core issue). I'm not looking for relatable characters to root for in literature (in fact, I think that's not even a valid category for critiquing books), I'm looking for a well-written, interesting story, and this ain't it: If the book leaned into the overprivileged pretentiousness of these characters, it could in fact be great. As it is, this is nothing more than a 90's soap opera with politics that are hardly defensible in 2023.