Wolfram Lotz’s ‘Monologe’ is a crappy, rascist, sometimes mysoginistic attempt to be funny.
As the book was a present I forced myself to read through some monologues but had to stop at some point.
Emily Gould’s novel Friendship might be the first contemporary book I read that really is contemporary, reflecting some of my (generation’s -?) realities.
In a good way.
As the title indicates the novel is about friendship. Portrayed are two girlfriends & their challenges with work, life, self-fulfilment, love, all kinds of relationships, New York, paying rent, MFAs, all appropriately framed in/with social media activities. The dynamic - despite a lot of depression - is great and keeps you reading reading reading.
There’s one irritating moment, though: when reading the acknowledgements the cat’s name listed there ressembles the cat’s name in the novel (Raffles, Waffles). Wasn’t it a novel after all?