By Heather A.
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
I have this problem with literary fiction where I’m always waiting for something to happen, then by the end I’m disappointed because nothing does. This applies to this novel, as well as others like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Nothing happens and I cannot connect to these characters. What is Ruth doing in London? Who was the narrator?? (Third person narrative, with omnipotent ‘I’ randomly popping up.) We’re missing Ruth’s background. I was not empathetic toward Ruth and her life. How is Ruth able to live without consequences? I heard about this book from Roxane Gay’s Bad Feminist and I think if I had read it with a more critical eye I would have got something out of it, but it goes back to what I originally said, literary fiction narrative goes nowhere.