Tom and Meg fall in love in New York City and spend a passionate week together before he returns to his home in Edinburgh, where they plan to reunite in eight weeks. So begins a long distance relationship filled with phone calls, phone sex, emails, text messages and the pain of waiting. Back in Scotland, Tom’s eyes are opened to the mess he’s been living in, with a job he despises and a girlfriend, an ex-wife and son he can no longer relate to. Meanwhile in New York, Meg throws in her job as a Hollywood script doctor, and begins writing from her heart, secretly recording every detail of their intense week together. As the weeks count down their love turns increasingly obsessive and they face traumatic choices. Does Tom really Love Meg, or is she a dream of escape? And what is Tom to Meg but increasingly a fiction? Only when she arrives they will know for sure.
This book was interesting in premise and design. A long-distance relationship and how immersive and consuming and heart-breaking they can be, whilst also considering the cultural differences, ambitions and the practicalities of an LDR. Great!
However, it seemed in my opinion to lack in execution. The book at multiple points appears very over-exaggerated, the emotions asking for too much suspension of disbelief in some places. In these parts, the book was nihilistic. It was trying very hard be clever, but did not see itself with irony - particularly in the parts narrated by Tom, it seemed to scream "not like other guys". In a later edit I will include some snippets to show you what I mean.
For the rest, it was rather dull, with heavy repetition, using the exact same references to pop culture throughout, unvaried descriptive language. It felt like nothing was happening, except for self-sabotage - which would be fascinating and even powerful in a better, more nuanced book, but here it seemed to be a caricature of itself, just too much and too little all at once. It was boring and tough to read, but also at points made you roll your eyes with how extra the characters were being.
Finally, sprinkle in some ignorance and performative diversity and mixed political messages including harmful takes on the socialism/capitalism debate (and an underwhelming love story (showing the disappointment of love in a better book could be very clever and hard-hitting, but here does not meet the mark)) and you have read this book.
Liked the idea but the writer has a fantasised notion of women. Too much unattractive read-it-all-before off the shelf alcoholic Scotsman. In the end tedious to the extreme