What really happened the night Edie died? Years later, her best friend Lindsay will learn how unprepared she is for the truth.
In 2009, Edie had New York’s social world in her thrall. Mercurial and beguiling, she was the shining star of a group of recent graduates living in a Brooklyn loft and treating New York like their playground. When Edie’s body was found near a suicide note at the end of a long, drunken night, no one could believe it. Grief, shock, and resentment scattered the group and brought the era to an abrupt end.
A decade later, Lindsay has come a long way from the drug-addled world of Calhoun Lofts. She has devoted best friends, a cozy apartment, and a thriving career as a magazine’s head fact-checker. But when a chance reunion leads Lindsay to discover an unsettling video from that hazy night, she starts to wonder if Edie was actually murdered—and, worse, if she herself was involved. As she rifles through those months in 2009—combing through case files, old technology, and her fractured memories—Lindsay is forced to confront the demons of her own violent history to bring the truth to light.
Andrea Bartz is a Brooklyn-based journalist and the New York Times-bestselling author of WE WERE NEVER HERE, a Reese's Book Club pick. Her debut thriller, THE LOST NIGHT, was an LA Times bestseller, and her sophomore thriller, THE HERD was named a best book of the year by Marie Claire, Crime Reads, Good Housekeeping, and other outlets. Her most recent thriller, THE SPARE ROOM, was a GMA Bonus Buzz Pick, a Marie Claire book club pick, and a best book of summer per People, Shondaland, Glamour, Elle, Harper’s Bazaar, and more. Her work has appeared in The Wall Street Journal, Marie Claire, Vogue, and many other outlets, and she's held editorial positions at Glamour, Psychology Today, and Self, among other publications.
This book is reminiscent of a really bad Lifetime movie starring a bad actress from a 90's drama that you end up watching on a Sunday afternoon because you can't find the remote.
The Lost Night lost me about halfway through when I realized it was turning into the typical whodunnit only without the who.
I had a suspicion of who the killer was but kept dismissing the thoughts in hopes of a less obvious outcome. Although I guessed the killer, I hadn't yet figured out the why until it was revealed.
The reveal was painfully cliché in it's execution with the guilty party giving a long, detailed and convoluted account of the implausible chain of events leading up to and following the murder. I mean this scene goes on and on and on and becomes more ridiculous by the page.
The lead protagonist, Lindsay, is an unbearably annoying character with the mental fortitude of a teenager rather than a woman in her 30's.
The writing is very wordy and I found myself skimming through paragraphs of relentless dialogue.
2.5 Stars rounded up to 3 for effort
I was provided an ARC of this book by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
An okay psychological thriller that sees Lindsay start to question her best friend's suicide, ten years after the event. She has lost touch with her other friends from the time they all spent partying, drinking and generally running amok. Edie's death was deemed a suicide as she was seemingly depressed after a string of bad things had passed through her life. Lindsay slowly starts to get back in touch with her old friends, trying to remember what actually happened on that fateful night, a night that Lindsay was blacked out drunk. Was it really a suicide? Or was Edie murdered? And did Lindsay herself know more about what happened that night? When new evidence starts to emerge it leaves Lindsay with a cold feeling, as all the evidence points at her.
I enjoyed this book well enough, without ever being totally enthralled. It did tend to get a bit bogged down at times, yet the ending was good. I never would have picked what actually happened in a million years. A good novel for a rainy weekend.
My thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
The main character is yet another insufferably puerile thirty-three year old woman trying to determine her role in a tragedy that occurred ten years earlier among her hipster friends in the Bushwick neighborhood of Brooklyn, NY. This is a protracted tale that is predictable and mundane. Maybe I’m just too old to appreciate this sort of thing.
How reliable are our memories, particularly of a traumatic time? Andrea Bartz's mystery, The Lost Night, effectively explores that question.
In 2009, just as the U.S. economy was collapsing, a group of friends in their early 20s spend their days partying, drinking hard, listening and playing music, and falling in and out of hookups and relationships. At the center of the group is Edie—beautiful, mercurial, pulling all into her web. Everyone wanted to be noticed by her, wanted her approval.
Lately Edie had seemed a bit troubled; she and her boyfriend had broken up even though they kept living together. But everyone was still stunned when one night, while a massive concert and party was going on up on the roof of their building, Edie was found dead, gun in her hand, suicide note on her computer.
Ten years later, Lindsay, the outsider of the group, reconnects with Edie’s old roommate, Sarah, when Sarah moves back to town. Sarah is the one who found her, and at the time insisted there was no way Edie could’ve killed herself.
When Sarah tells Lindsay that contrary to what she has believed for 10 years, Lindsay wasn’t with them at the concert prior to Edie's being found, it shakes her to her core. Lindsay becomes obsessed with figuring out what she did that night, and when she finds evidence that she might have seen Edie just before she killed herself, she worries that perhaps Sarah was right—maybe Edie's death wasn't a suicide. But might she have had a role somehow?
"Distressed, we construct realities that feel just as real as the world around us. Whose brain had concocted a new version of that night—mine or Sarah's?"
This was a very compelling mystery which captures the arrogant invincibility we feel when we’re younger and the unreliability of memories. I was surprised with how things resolved themselves (I usually don't trust any character in a mystery or thriller because I'm so convinced everyone is responsible, but for some reason I didn't suspect this person at all.)
The Lost Night is well written, albeit a little melodramatic. I couldn’t stop reading it, and devoured the whole book in a few hours, and not just because I had insomnia.
Close to the 10 year anniversary of the suicide of twenty-three year old Edie, her former roommate and former best friend, have lunch together, after not seeing each other for almost 10 years. Sarah, the roommate, and Lindsay, the best friend, had been together with Edie's ex boyfriend, Alex, smoking, drinking, and partying, that night. As Sarah and Lindsay reminisced about Edie and the night of her suicide, their memories are different and Sarah admits that she was convinced that Edie was murdered and went to great lengths to dig deeper into what happened that night.
This starts Lindsay, one of the most unreliable narrators you could hope to meet, due to her blackout drunken episodes, on a mission to find out what really happened that night. Lindsay even wonders if she killed Edie since she was planning an ugly best friend break up with her and that night was one of her nights of drinking into a blackout stupor. As she begins to gather information into the death of Edie, Lindsay enlists the help of her current best friends Tessa and Damien,
Edie had a magnetic personality and a beautiful head of red hair, fair skin, freckles, and was always the center of attention. Edie also dropped people like rocks and made a lot of enemies in her short 23 year old life. The group of friends lived in a huge rambling, cobbled together apartment building with little privacy, rarely used locks, and people coming and going at all hours of the night, as the denizens partied like the "hipsters" they were. Edie had just been told that her parents were losing her childhood home and would not be able to help her with her grad school tuition. She had also just had an upsetting medical problem requiring being rushed to the emergency room and she'd broken up with her boyfriend, Alex. Even so, two of her roommates, Sarah and Keven (the only one who knew the real reason for the medical emergency) could not believe Edie was suicidal.
Still, life goes on and everyone has put the cause Edie's death in the past, including her unstable psychiatrist mother. But once Sarah and Lindsay have their lunch together 10 years later, Lindsay begins to dig into the past. She had idolized Edie at one time and she had idolized that time in her life. Since that time, despite success at her job and her two best friends, she knows she is stuck accepting the fleeting physical love of men, knowing she will never be good enough to even rate being a girlfriend. Her life and her mindset, in some ways, hasn't progressed much past her wild and loose ways of her early twenties. And she had so many black out drunken gaps in her memory that the past was scratching at her mind, waiting to be remembered even if through pictures, videos, and her friends' often conflicting memories.
The story can seem to go on and on and on as the past is dissected, stories are compared, pictures and videos are picked apart, and Lindsay promises worried friends that she will drop her "investigation". But Lindsay's digging starts disturbing some people, known and unknown and the more Lindsey learns, the more likely she could be implicating herself in the death of Edie. I was interested in the story the entire time I was reading it although very few of the people seemed really likable to me except Tessa and Damien. Then Lindsey digs too deep, allows others to know just how deep she's dug, and all hell breaks loose, not once but twice. I was happy with how the book ended and despite the moment I considered correctly the person who may have harmed Edie, I quickly dismissed that person, so that made the ending even more interesting for me.
Thank you to Crown Publishing and NetGalley for this ARC.
Standing four feet closer to heaven and looking at the sidewalk eight emptied floors below. Maybe today's the day I'll Jump
Lindsay is a thirty something living in New York. She has great friends, enjoys her job and has an overall good life. However she has a few secrets and one of them includes what happened to her best friend ten years ago. Edie was found dead inside her apartment with a suicide note. However, when an opportunity comes up to reconnect with her old group of friends, Lindsay's curiosity causes her to doubt what really happened to Edie.
Lindsay starts to investigate the case, talking to Edie's friends, Mom and ex boyfriends. Lindsay has only hazy memories but then she finds some grainy videos and emails that may be more telling then she remembered. While she's going through these memories, her past starts to haunt her once again. I think the biggest question this book asked was "Do you keep your friends close but enemies closer?"
This is Andrea Bartz debut novel and I'm glad I got the chance to read it! It's definitely more of a suspense than a thriller. This is also definitely more of a slow burn until you get to the end when it all really hits you. The read the last 100 pages in one sitting. Overall it's a who dunnit suspense and if you like those kinds of books then this one may be for you!
For me, this had a very slow start. I like when books pull me in immediately. I was definitely interested in what happened to Edie, however I had guessed a few theories and ultimately one of them was what happened. It was a little more obvious then other suspense novels that I've read. I felt like the first 150 pages or so we're a lot of the same story - Lindsay talking to the same people and rehashing the situation. I think a few more situations or incidents could have been added to keep the reader more interested.
Overall for a debut, I think it was good. I will pick up Bartz's next book because I think the wow potential is there!
Thank you to Crown Publishing for my ARC of this book.
This book is so much fun and is one of the most original and unpredictable thrillers I’ve read in a long time. I received an advanced manuscript of The Lost Night and was kept on my toes until the last page. I love a good thriller but can normally spot the twists from a few chapters away—not with this book! I’ve been describing The Lost Night to my friends (after telling them that they should read it) as a mix between Gossip Girl and Gone Girl; aka all the of entertaining social dynamics of a juicy drama mixed with the tantalizing roller-coaster plot of a page-turning whodunit. I’ll be reading this novel again!
This book is a feminist masterpiece. From its 20-something female protagonist looking for something real in a sea of f*** boys, to the 30-something version who feels like commitment is still too much to ask for, The Lost Night jumps into the complex tangle of relationships and love. It's no surprise that the most meaningful, powerful, and often disturbing relationships in the book are between Lindsay and her then and now-female friends. Edie, Linday's charismatic but cruel Brooklyn bestie, even manages to pull her back into their shared world 10 years after Edie has mysteriously died. I got to read an advanced manuscript of this book, and I'm still thinking back on it, weeks after reading. If you like books that both champion and question intense female friendships, this book is definitely for you.
I read The Lost Night over a weekend, and for the last 50 or so pages, couldn't put it down. The author creates an immersive, cinematic world of 2009-era Brooklyn, inhabiting a series of characters in a way that feels deeply candid and real. It's an excellent thriller (I didn't manage to guess the killer until the big reveal), but it's the internal monologues of each character that drew me in most. Highly recommend!
I had the joy of reading an early draft of The Lost Night, and love the world it creates. The dialogue especially blew me away. Seeing how the characters gush to their friends about a new boy they laid eyes on at a party, then send stream-of-consciousness emails to each other about their fears — I've rarely read something so spot on. It felt like someone had taken my own conversations from my early twenties, all those late-night vulnerable musings, and somehow rendered them even more real.
Can't say enough about how well the book captures a certain place and era. And the plot twists definitely kept me wondering! Really excited to read the final version.
The Lost Night is more mystery than thriller, and I know my thriller buddies like to know that ahead of time. Edie is in the center of the Brooklyn social scene in 2009. She’s moody, brilliant, and top dog in her group of friends.
One drunken night, her body is found next to a suicide note. No one could believe it was true- that Edie would kill herself.
It’s ten years later, and Lindsay, one in Edie’s former group of friends, is living a good, stable life with a great magazine job. Her world is shaken when she watches a video from that fateful night, and she begins to think Edie may have been murdered. And she may have played a part. Lindsay begins to take on the part of investigator to find out the truth.
Andrea Bartz’s writing shines, and it balances some of the darkness in this story. The final twist took me by surprise as to who murdered Edie and why. Overall, The Lost Night is a slow-burn, dramatic mystery with an original storytelling voice. I’m definitely looking forward to reading more books from Andrea Bartz!
I got to read an early manuscript of The Lost Night at the author's request and I couldn't put it down. All the characters felt like people I had known for years, for better or worse, and the novel really took me back to my early post college years living in New York City for the first time as a magazine editor. The author does a great job of getting into the mindsets of the characters in a very relatable way --it almost seemed like I was hearing my own inner monologue at times. An extremely entertaining read!
I got to read an advanced manuscript of this book, and I finished it within two days. It's a whodunnit for sure, but it's more than a typical thriller. The psychology of the characters is so complex and the plot twists are so unexpected that I was second-guessing myself at every turn. I loved the writing and the fact that it's set at the height of the 2009 recession when life was so uncertain. It brought me back to my early years in New York and the insatiable desire to belong in this crazy city. I highly recommend this book and cannot wait to read it again when it's published!
Ein Buch was mich auf vielerlei Hinsicht sowohl begeistern als auch langweilen konnte. Die Protagonisten fand ich stellenweise sehr anstrengend und überdramatisch, sodass ich keinen wahren Bezug zu ihr gefunden habe. Natürlich konnte ich ihre Handlungen nachvollziehen, aber im nächsten Moment hat sie mich einfach nur tierisch genervt. Die storyline an sich ist cool, hätte aber definitiv mehr Spannungsmomente gebraucht. Erst zum Ende hin nimmt das Ganze richtig Fahrt auf. Doch auch das Ende hinterlässt mich eher zwiegespalten, da ich es etwas doppelt gemoppelt fand. Oftmals hab ich mich innerhalb der Geschichte auch einfach seeeeeehr alt gemacht gefühlt, da ich im gleichen Alter wie die Figuren war - nicht schön, sage ich euch. Alles in allem ein eher durchwachsener Titel mit Höhen und Tiefen.
Most of us have a had a night out and we wake up and can't remember how it ended... maybe it was because we were tired or maybe alcohol came into play. The Lost Night touches heavily on a night like this. Edie is a popular 23 year old who takes her own life... or does she? Ten years later, Lindsey is reflecting on Edie and how her life ended. Is there more to what happened than Lindsey remembers? Read and you will find out. I will be recommending The Lost Night to my friends and coworkers. I was stunned but how it ended and you will be too.
I am thankful for NetGalley giving me an advanced copy of The Lost Night in exchange for an honest review.
The Lost Night by Andrea Bartz took a bit to get into but once I did it was hard to put down. While at times the characters were very annoying it was a story that will keep you guessing.
10 years ago Lindsays best friend killed her self alone in her apartment after a long drunken night. Their group of friends were all completely devastated and shocked as it seemed to come out of nowhere. The grief sent them all their separate ways for 10 years. But after a catch up with one of the group Sarah, she starts to rethink the night and wonder if it really was suicide. Back then there was a lot of drinking and drugs and often the memories of that night was hazy or completely forgotten. Now working as a fact checker for a magazine she uses her skills to delve back into her own past. But those lost memories appear to have Lindsay in a completely different situation than she remembers - does she really want to know the truth?
Thanks to Simon and Schuster Australia for the advanced copy of this book to read. All opinions are my own and in no way biased.
The Lost Night is a contemporary mystery thriller with unapologetically flawed and relatable characters starting their careers after graduation and living up a vivid partly live.
A group of friends in NYC comprised of all dynamics is making the best of the party scene around in their free time. Despite their varied personalities, they are connected one way or another and have been through thick and thin. But not everything is rosy all the time.
Lindsay has a long history of difficulties that stem from her diagnosis of ADHD in her teens and her difficult trials and errors with medication and 'fitting in' in society. Her story is candidly explored throughout the book in her own words via flashbacks. Living with a very difficult and overachieving dad and her timid mom, she's been thought of to not succeed in life.
Edie is her best friend. She is different from Lindsay, she's a social butterfly. The two of them are like Ying and Yang. It's not always perfect, but their friendship has lasted through times of trouble with parents, boys, booze, and drugs.
After another wild night, Lindsay has suffered a blackout. She can't remember but bits of the previous night and wakens to horrible news. Her friend Edie committed suicide. With the media running their spiel and the funeral processions under way, Lindsay is confronted with photographs, videos and a lack of memory from the night to understand what happened and why?
Ten years pass by. Everyone in the group has moved on in their personal and professional lives when an old friend connects with Lindsay and starts a chain reaction of inquiries and questions in regards to the night Edie died.
As evil is masked in angelic disguise to use Lindsay, she is trying to put the pieces together that never really fit right about the suicide of her best friend. Tipped off to distract her, she thinks she can trust her old friends all have the same intentions in finding out what happened, but this tragic suicide turns into a murder investigation that almost costs Lindsay's life twice. By the time the truth is unveiled, it's not only her psyche that is battered but the physical wounds that let her pass away knowing the truth.
REMEMBER THIS. REMEMBER THIS. REMEMBER THIS.
What was it she was supposed to remember?
Finding herself in the rehabilitating care and accused of 'the secret truth' she must act to take charge. If only she could remember!
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Andrea Bartz's debut novel comes through crashing the contemporary book scene with a sharp deliverance about a generation that grew up with the first waves of Adderal and other ADHD meds that was generously used in the early waves of the diagnosis hype reflecting the mid/late 90's. Speaking the language of the adult in their twenties and thirties today, it is a relatable story with tragic undertones and psychological suspense.
I felt that Lindsay's character reflected her given traits and struggles with ADHD, depression and the societal expectations/academics very well. Left with anxiety as an adult she has learned to somewhat manage life better and Bartz intuitively created her progression and struggles to make it to that point.
The mystery in itself was perhaps a bit drawn out with some filler material, but the psychological suspense towards the end of the book had my heart in a wringer.
In all, it was an engaging fast novel. I am not a reader of a lot of contemporary fiction and I felt I was above the targeted reader's age. I was an adult already when I witnessed the coming of the ADHD medication trend picking up in schools and I always wondered what the future health of the children looked like that underwent all those different therapies. For that alone, it was interesting to read a novel with the coming of age theme even in a fictional, imagined setting. My intuition leads me to think though, that Bartz knew enough about it to emphatically create these highs and lows of her main character to be so realistically portrayed.
I received a copy of this novel from the publisher on a Goodreads Giveaway. All opinions are my own. Thank you!
The Lost Night by Andrea Bartz..... where do I start?
Well... let's all take a moment to give beauty to that cover! Absolutely love the cover and all the coloring.
It takes a lot to impress me nowadays with my thriller and mystery books. Unfortunately, this one feel extremely flat for me. Let me start out with our main character Lindsay... wow was she painful. I thought for a second I was reading a YA novel... because Lindsay was acting so immaturely but she is a woman in her 30's.
This was the typical "who did it" storyline and I unfortunately was hoping that the obvious wasn't true... but I found out who the killer was very early in. I still didn't understand why the killer did it so I hung out until the end.
But, for one the writing was a bit much for me. I felt like the novel could have been shortened a bit and I found myself skimming/skipping paragraphs because it was some of the same storyline repeating itself. There was a particular scene where the guilty is giving it's reasoning of why etc and this went on for pages!
Unfortunately, this could have been a very well in depth story but it lacked so much that a thriller should. Typical guilty party that was so obvious and not that many twists/turns.
I also felt the characters were underdeveloped and too much on random dialogue that wasn't necessary to the story. I was hoping for characterization to become stronger but it didn't :(.
Overall, 3 stars for The Lost Night.
Huge thank you to Crown Publishing and Netgalley for the advanced arc in exchange for my honest thoughts.
Publication date: 2/26/19 Published to GR: 10/22/18
The Lost Night was such a twisty turn little novel, that kept me guessing. I enjoyed this one and had fun trying to figure out the missing pieces to that one Lost Night that ended in a death.
*Thanks to the author and publisher for this gifted copy!
So this was the first book in a long-time that towards the end I sat up straight and said "HOLY CRAP," out loud. All the threads to the mystery were there but they were woven in so well, integrated so expertly, and most importantly, I was so locked in on the first person narration and the full fallibleness of memory and perspective, I missed it until it was, a train out of control bearing down on my like the characters. TOTALLY WOW. Let's just say this is WAY more than "top quartile interesting."
The writing was excellent and the atmosphere and world building was so spot-on, especially that whole moment "The Lost Night," revolves around, being newly out of college thrust into both adulthood and the recession and the cultural moment of Brooklyn in 2009, is just perfectly drawn. And psychologically-the way female friendships wax and wane and intensify in scary and lovely ways, was so well captured. This is a great read and I'm so happy I got to read it as an ARC. I already have a whole list of people to recommend it to! I can't wait until it's released!
Wow. What an ending. Though I'd originally found myself unable to put THE LOST NIGHT down because of Bartz's sharply insightful writing, I was a total ball of nerves by the last fifty pages. I also loved her deeply immersive descriptions of Brooklyn hipster life, which rang true to my experiences living here during the period in which the novel is set. (Yeah, total Brooklynite, though Williamsburg was kind of a world onto itself a decade ago.) However, what I most appreciated about THE LOST NIGHT was its philosophical ruminations on memory and loss, and the ways we rewrite the past in order to survive the present. But oh that ending! (Many thanks to the author and publisher for the advance reading copy.)
While I appreciate what this book tried to do, it unfortunately fell a bit flat for me. I found the main character to be extremely irritating and not in the "I love to hate characters" kind of way. I knew exactly what the twist was going to be very quickly and that only made it all the more annoying when all my fears became true.
I appreciated the small chapters from other perspectives more than I did Lyndsay's and while she was an unreliable narrator, she was just plain unreliable and I have to agree with one of the characters when they question how Lyndsay even made it this far in life.
I feel that this is going to be a divisive read amongst thriller lovers. It gives off a bad Lifetime movie type of feel (and these are guilty pleasures for me), highly predictable and full of selfish people. I think those who like the lighter side of thrillers or are new to the genre may appreciate this read.
Sometimes it's just better to let the dead be dead. Searching into the past usually yields terrible results. Lessons learned here: always be kind to all your friends, do not take drugs, never dig into the past and for goodness sake, don't leave a loaded gun lying around.
I spent the whole book thinking something else happened to Edie... I was way off. I wish there had been more chapters from the other friends perspective because Lindsay kind of got on my nerves, but I couldn't put the book down the last 150 pages. Awesome debut!
I read this novel as if compelled, staying up way too late each night until I reached the end. And what an ending it was. But it’s the beginning that grabs and holds. This novel never lets go. It is a novel that flips effortlessly between the lingering edge of youth, and the narrowed path that is adulthood. For those of us in our twenties, it can be read as an oracle. For those of us who survived them, reading it is a redemptive act, also an act of solidarity, and a brave and steadfast gazing into our most private and sometimes disturbing personal histories.
I absolutely love any sort of book that deals with old murders and unsolved cases and this one appealed to me even more so because it’s unknown whether Edie was even murdered or if she committed suicide like the cops assumed. There was a lot of unknown factors in the one across the board and while it only left me guessing for about half the time, it maintained my interest throughout.
The bulk of the narrative is shaped by Lindsay with a handful of chapters from her old friend group scattered about. Lindsay is a tough character to describe, on the one hand she’s not likable at all, but it’s not really in a fun way, like a love to hate character. Instead she was pretty immature and whiny for a thirty something grown ass woman. It even kind of felt like a YA novel at times due to her lack of maturity, she got on my nerves quite a bit. Edie herself was actually pretty terrible too, she wasn’t portrayed as a very kind person and it was kind of difficult to toss any sympathy her way.
While the characters were pretty awful I was drawn in by the authors writing style, though it was slightly verbose. Full disclosure, I’m not a fan of long chapters, especially in a mystery. I much prefer the fast paced, cliffhanger type chapters that propel me forward and urge me to keep reading just one more chapter. But Bartz’s style was captivating, almost poetic at times and she did bring me back to NYV circa 2009 with surprising ease. I would suggest this one to anyone that’s new to thrillers or someone looking for a lighter style mystery, it was lacking that punch and darkness that I crave when I’m wholly invested in a thriller.
Thank you to NetGalley for a Kindle ARC of The Lost Night.
If I had known this was about a bunch of self-centered, whiny, bratty, selfish twits, I would not have requested it.
All the typical tropes are here:
In a small circle of friends, Edie was the gorgeous, charismatic one. Everyone else was just lucky to be her 'friend.'
When she committed suicide, friends were left baffled, especially her self professed best friend, Lindsay.
Years later, Lindsay is still annoying and whiny as ever. When she was young, all she did was sleep around, drink, party and repeat.
No shaming here but she doesn't seem to enjoy what she's doing so what's the point?
That's precisely the point, I guess, when Lindsay begins to investigate the details of Edie's so-called suicide, she is confused as to her involvement because: trope #2, she doesn't remember much of what happened that night. How convenient!
Everyone has a different story to tell; not to mention most of them were all wasted and stoned so events of that 'lost night' are murky at best.
There's not much happening in this contrived, unoriginal plot; the beautiful girl is dead, unreliable narrator who is a bit of a schlub, moronic friend(s).
There is a lack of urgency, no eye opening revelations that you can't guess on your own. Even the ending itself is dragged out and I found myself saying, "Enough already. Just get to the end."
Honestly, I didn't care about Lindsay and her idiot group of friends or frenemies, nor did I care about Edie or what happened to her.
The pace was glacial, the characters one dimensional with a plot I've read so many times before.
I can't recommend The Lost Night, unless you want to read about brats partying and acting cooler than they are, then you'll enjoy this book.
I really enjoyed reading The Last Night and I highly recommend it. I was fully engrossed—pulled into the story completely. Bartz captured the energy of being young in New York and depicted time and place beautifully; the setting and happenings at the Bushwick loft reminded me of more parties than I can count and many I can’t quite recall. In that sense I thought the plot was brilliant, and it held me as she put the pieces together while wrestling with her dark past. The character development of Lindsey is strong, as she is still imperfect, still struggling, still searching, but learning more about herself as she delves into the lives of others. Well-paced and well-written, the book speaks to how the choices we make affect our future and how we continually fight to try to make better ones.
This book was such an exciting and wild ride—truly a thriller in every sense of the word. The characters, all wonderful and flawed in various interesting ways, felt so achingly real, and the prose radiated with nostalgia for that time in your life when nothing matters but what you and your closest friends are doing that night (it certainly made me miss those days, even as it illuminated the blind spots and pitfalls of youth). I read this in just two and a half days, and the last 60 pages or so were especially magnificent—I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough. I did NOT see the big reveal coming, and I thought the last few pages were SO beautiful and poignant. I highly recommend this book.
I read an advance copy of this urban mystery novel, set mostly in the artist lofts of Bushwick around 2009, when this neighborhood was the center of the up-and-coming art world. Knowing the scene from my Brooklyn post-college days, I felt that the setting and the ‘lifestyle’ was well-captured, and it makes for a good location for a murder mystery because there is a thrilling sense of lawlessness in the derelict buildings where starving artists dwell. But it’s usually associated with drug-fueled creativity, not murder (or is the death of Edie Iresdale, the core mystery of the book, a suicide?).
90% of the story is told by Lindsay Bach, an unreliable narrator (mainly because she was prone to blackouts in her hard-partying days) who is actually VERY reliable at picking up on micro-aggressions, veiled meanings and Freudian slips in every conversation. And this really invites the reader to scrutinize who might have been motivated to kill Edie, the charismatic center of her 2009 circle of friends. These former friends are the ones Lindsay is seeking out 10 years after the fact. This book impressively manages to be about waaaay more than who-dunnit. I connected to a lot of Lindsay’s private fears and insecurities. I liked how everyone is a suspect, including Lindsay. And I liked how casually her interest in what happened on one tragic night a decade ago builds from a few dangling questions to a full-on obsession and paranoia. There is very little boring police procedural stuff here, lots of believable, clever and of-the-moment DIY gumshoeing - Lindsay could make some very helpful YouTube tutorials on how to solve a mystery if she wasn’t busy going out of her mind with all the dangling unknowns that are deliciously picked over during the course of the novel. Great curveballs and surprises throughout. I highly recommend.
Andrea Bartz has taken on a number of difficulties and done them justice. Lindsay, the unreliable narrator (a difficult task in itself) is looking back 10 years to the unexpected suicide of a shining, but mercurial friend during their years of alcohol soaked, party focused living in a wild rundown apartment complex in New York. I see that other reviewers have said this is spot on and reminds them of their own young adulthood. Being older, I found this lifestyle somewhat disorienting and a revelation to me, but one that I was fully immersed in.
Around the driving force of Lindsay's search for lost memories, Bartz gives a stunning array of encapsulated psychological studies, capturing elements of what is true for each of us, followed by the tangled web of interaction in relationship based on those individual dynamics. I was drawn into that web as I was drawn into finding my own way through relationships as a young adult.
In the end, I was astounded at the unexpected twists. And yes, they were multiple. I was reminded of reading Poe as a child and Stephen King as an adult. The final pages of this book had me in a spell.