Welcome to the zeitgeist viewed from the Manhattan desk of a shrewdly inquisitive young journalist...
An unnamed reporter covers technology, the economy, and politics in the late 2010s during a high-stakes election. As she reports the news — both on the campaign trail and remotely — her personal life becomes curiously entangled with her sources.
Told in snapshots, vignettes, and dialogue — overheard and divulged — Information Age is spare, funny, and attentive — a playful blurring of public and private life.
Praise:
"Captures the splendor and misery of being in your twenties in sly style... Lewis's gift for observation and condensation, her wryness, means that every page has that spark of recognition — in other words, the mark of truth." - Joanna Biggs, deputy editor of The Yale Review
"A subtle meditation on what can and cannot be communicated, ultimately suggesting that intimate moments are the most difficult to convey." - The New Yorker
“In Information Age, Cora Lewis’s delectable and harrowing and often very funny debut, she applies the flashing precision of a surgical tool to the material of our daily lives." - Kathryn Davis, author of Aurelia, Aurélia and Duplex
"Lewis holds up pairs of objects in a mirror, and it's our pleasure to watch as their proportions warp. A modern, delicate exercise in juxtaposition." - Lillian Fishman, author of Acts of Service
“Here is a writer preternaturally attuned to the grain of the world, as sensitive to assorted contemporary absurdities as she is to moments of grace… It’s a pure pleasure to spend time in Lewis’s sensibility.” - Hermione Hoby, author of Virtue and Neon in Daylight
"Information Age is compulsively readable — funny, sexy, sharp, charming. It’s about work and friendships and family and learning how to live with strangers and with yourself. I gobbled it up in one sitting." - Danielle Dutton, co-founder of Dorothy, A Publishing Project
“Incandescent… Radiating on a fiercely beating frequency of heart and truth… This is what it was like.” - Greg Jackson, author of The Dimensions of a Cave and Prodigals
This book isn’t quite like anything else I’ve read. It is pleasantly aimless in the sense that it lacks a central conflict, rather allowing tensions come and go in small doses throughout the book in much the same way that they do in everyday life. It is clever, funny, serious, and at times sexy while remaining perfectly tasteful cover to cover.
In Information Age, we are seeing the world through the narrators eyes in bits and pieces that feel carefully written to reflect the fast paced and relentlessly entertaining modern world that has been chipping away at our collective attention span. In many ways, this felt more like a commentary on life as a young adult in today’s world than a narrative piece, and I think this approach makes for an interesting read.
I was so absorbed by this narrator that I started to think like her. The flow of her life is simple yet so enticing. As soon as I finished the book, I wanted to read it all over again. This stayed with me from the description of living with roommates: “to one another, we’re gestures and remnants between subway rides and nights out and all our 9-to-5’s, plus overtime, always extending.”
the best book of 2025 i’ve read so far. it’s like reading the notes app of a genius. Cora Lewis is so gifted and awesome. mark my words she’s one to watch!!
I'm a real sucker for books written in the present tense, and this is no exception. This book clips along, at times like little bits of flash fiction strung together into a book. That's a plus for me!
Very clever and witty dialogue. Formally, the novella is somewhere in between Didion and a best friend’s diary. It brought to mind the diary’s from authors that are published on the Paris Review blog. Lewis writes such sharp sentences; I had to slow down my reading to appreciate them. The ending lingered with me.
I loved the writing style of this book. Life told in short imagery of events or feelings. She captured the angst of our mid20s, but somehow in a calming way. I now want to journal about my life in this writing style haha
have been chasing this book all over bookstores and finally found it. felt like it only took 20 mins to read the whole thing. do i think i enjoyed it because i am also a 20-something writer living in brooklyn? yes. do i think i would have enjoyed it if those things were not true? perhaps less but still yes. nothing really happens but i don’t mind that. fun and sometimes moving to take in the world as someone else does—all their noticings, the little comments/billboards/whatever we all hear/see every day but that are actually profound when you Think About Them. good tiny little book with good spare writing
This book is just so exactly like Substacks that are so exactly like very well written diary entries and I just eat them up like candy bc I love gossip
"We think the point of a kid is to grow up because it does grow up," my father tells me by the sandbox. "But the point of a kid is to play. If you always looked to the end, the point of life would be death."
some beautiful vignettes, particularly around the pace of life and some lovely prose that was reminiscent of didion. not jaw-droppingly profound but a fast and light read. read in one day.
I’m not doing ratings anymore. I don’t on letterboxd so idk why I still was here.
Anyway I loved this. I’m on the M heading to Kat’s, tipsy after dinner with friends from college, and the ending made me want to cry. In a good way. A comforting read — very witty, very fun, very real. Made me feel less alone somehow. Love
Clara said "This book is just so exactly like Substacks that are so exactly like very well written diary entries and I just eat them up like candy bc I love gossip", and I agree.
The book is both mundane and overwritten, but I couldn't help but keep reading.
I devoured in one day this smart, witty, concise and somewhat-haunting tale of a 20-something SWF reporter’s life in modern-day Brooklyn.
The reporter goes unnamed. But she tells us she’s a “half-decade in now, at the online outlet” where she works. “I can summarize in no-time-flat the day’s virtual controversy or substantive outrage,” she says. “When I do it just right, hundreds of thousands of people click.”
A pro, no question. The narrator’s pithy, Metropolitan Diary-caliber descriptions of city personalities, at work and play, along with conversation snippets, are very fun.
But when she turns her dispassionate, reporterly gaze on herself — her sex (with boyfriends and flings), takeout meals, family visits, road trips, roommates — it can feel Lena Dunham “Girls”-caliber sad, like the musings of an aimless, commitment-shy womanchild. When the narrator is asked at one point why she failed to take notes on a reporting trip, she wonders aloud: “Self-sabotage?”
Typical of 20-somethings throughout history? Or today’s Gen Z-ers failing to buy into what they see as corny, old-school values? Or just a snapshot of the well-drawn, memorable narrator in Cora Lewis’ unputdownable INFORMATION AGE?
Super short read but took me forever to finish bc it was so boring that I never wanted to read it.
Was really disappointed in this book (i found that i disagreed with majority of the existing reviews out there but couldn’t figure out why) It was rlly odd, the pacing was not my favorite, the writing style was all simple sentences (almost all chapters being 2 pages MAX). I kept waiting for something interesting to happen but nothing ever did. I enjoyed some of the takeaways and simple things that happened in the main character’s life, but genuinely was just too flat to sustain anything super meaningful from this. Not to say I can’t enjoy the simple and mundane in books, but this was just not it. :P
A novella on womanhood, living and working in nyc, and making a life for oneself. The style of interconnect vignettes was so interesting to follow and the prose just flowed
Picked up from the staff picks at greenlight. Like reading someone’s diary (in a good way). Had the vignette / dispassionate quality of Rachel Cusk but in a way that worked for me.
For some reason I thought this book would be more like “nobody is talking about this”, which I guess it is in form, but in content it ended up being a portrait of being in your 20s in a very specific time in NY. Made me feel a little nostalgic (and compassionate) for a time I generally look back on and roll my eyes at.
Very charming work of autofiction. Some might call it plotless, though I think that term’s not being used right these days—there’s not a central narrative arc, but plenty happens, and the text is fragmented and open (what the poets call parataxis), leaving you to find your own meanings and centers of gravity—I was intrigued by the narrators abortion and by all the scenes of her journalism job, which made journalism sound just as bullshitty as anything I’ve done. Her life outside it seems idyllic—ripe pluots, strings of charming and good looking lovers, tons of friends and party invites… I started getting fomo for a literary life that looked like this one; it almost felt like Instagram snapshots of a millennial (Gen z?) life in Brooklyn. She’s got a wonderful ear for dialogue. lovely book and delighted to see Joyland expand into book publishing!!!
“I fantasize often, especially when alone. There are pictures of the future—projections—but they’re blurry. Someone pulls me closer when I stir. Someone starts the dishes as I blow out long-stemmed candles. I can’t make out his face. Someone has been with me for years, the hard part behind us.”
Cora Lewis, along with Rachel Cusk and Katie Kitamura, is one of my favorite authors now. Although this is memoir, not fiction. All the more inspirational. This entire book is like an answer to my often asked question, “have you experienced a major or a minor New York miracle recently?”