Signing up for courses is making me truly understand Hermione and her time-turner.
Anyway, if you ever come across someone who tells you this is their favorite book, you should probably be concerned.
So this book tells us about 4 Irish boys who essentially all go through an existential crisis, each one differently. Some parts were done well, the bit about kissing felt very relatable, I remember thinking that way as a teen as well. The scene where Rez talks about how we all want to know someone who commited suicide, how we are all saying the words for what we believe we are was great, if somewhat inspired by Sarte.
None of these boys care about anything. That's part of the appeal of the book. They mock everything, get drunk all the time, use lots of drugs, and mull about how nothing matters. I find that it's healthy to realize the meaningless of life every once in a while (who cares if I'm going to have to study math again, we're all going to die without leaving any kind of mark, we're all doomed!). I felt it provided some nice quotes and that during darker times, it would probably be a comfort.
However, my problem with this book is the sheer amount of sexism, ableism and anti-homeless behavior. There's also some homophobia sprinkled through, because, of course there is. Treating people who are already in a disadvantaged position terribly isn't edgy. If your wild behavior includes hurting parts of society that the government already hurts more effectively, what's the point? It's pathetic.
And that's the difference between this and American Psycho. In AP, the main character is attacking the power structures. Patrick Bateman is so entirely disconnected, such a pitiable character and he represents the rich businessmen. His crude violence scenes serve to show how numb everything is. This book however has 4 privileged teens who seem to have never dealt with any real issues, who are so wholly selfish that they literally can't understand that others have any emotions or thoughts. They take it out on disabled and homeless people for no reason other than a fuck ton of nastiness.
And before you all start to go on about the world of literature and how it doesn't have to be accurate or pc, this is an author's work. An actual author who lives in our world and thinks that there is something edgy about women, homeless people and disabled people experiencing violence and prejudice. As if that doesn't happen literally all of the time. As if there's a woman out here who hasn't had a guy make her uncomfortable in a party, throw a temper tantrum because he felt his masculinity was hurt, been used for power plays between other men. It's boring and I'm so over this being seen as exciting.
I want to see a Kearney like character who stands up for women because nothing matters, so why hold on to gender roles? A character that is so full of emptiness for life that they become a Robin Hood style person but still keep all of the drinking, drug abuse and cursing. And you know, it would be fantastic if it didnt have a happy ending, if ultimately, these characters would do these good deeds and still, life is hella meaningless and they are just in a void.
When these characters act this way, they enforce this idea that part of being an edgy nihilist is being sexist, and ableist, that truly embodying these ideals means beating up homeless people. And I just can't accept that.
I read most of this during my flight to London. It was a nice book to read there. Honestly, Fight Club or American Psycho are better.
What I'm Taking With Me
- The best way to sum up this book is that there's a scene where we meet two Norwegian girls and I was like 80% they would get raped because that's where it's all been going.
- The ending is so pathetic, such a stupid way of wrapping it up that I'm going to ignore it and not even begin to analyze it.
- Being in the uk again is so nice though. I miss seeing Cyrillic and like, I suddenly have the chance to see how similar it is to the states.
- Them calling other people junkies is highly hypocritical.