I would describe it concisely as amateur and choppy.
I am no literary expert, but even so, I found little to enjoy in The Subtle Art. It is quite clear that for either the author or ghost writer this book was an amateur work. The overall format of the book is very choppy because she switches between biography and self-help and throws in cliché tips (of which some are terrible advice and should not be followed by anyone – stay in school please, and also, do not eat your feelings. If you’re able, please get therapy for trauma and eating disorders. You’re not alone and there are people who can help you) and jokes. It did not make for smooth or enjoyable reading. The writing is equally inconsistent. There are a few genuine moments of captivating storytelling, but between those moments are strange stretches of prose that have more blah than content. It reminds me of a college essay where the writer has nothing to say but has to meet a minimum word requirement. There was one page about getting her hair colored that was probably the worst writing I’ve ever laid eyes on. There was another bit about tornado sirens that I can’t believe wasn’t thrown on the editing floor. She doesn’t quote much, but when she does, they are missed opportunities to add flavor and interest. The quotes are very bland.
As for the content, it tries very hard to be inspirational, but falls flat. It feels as if the author picked out every bad thing and bad person in her life and made a chapter about it. Stringing together a list of life’s sorrows does not an inspirational story make. As sad and traumatic as many of the events are, they alone don’t equate to inspiring writing. I was expecting the author to overcome adversity with hard work and perseverance, beating the odds with tenacious effort and cleverness, but there was none of that. The content pattern was trauma, luck, trauma, luck with no clear layout of what efforts were put in to get the author where she is today besides relying on others for support and validation. The theme of the underdog story was more about survival than overcoming any odds, which is great, sure, but not what was advertised. I think the blurbs about the book were overstated so reading it myself was a let down. None of it really feels genuine either. The stories lack depth and emotion, which makes the stories feel detached and unreal.
Additionally, it appears that the author finds public validation and shooting the finger to “haters” to be her primary motivations. Those don’t inspire me, and I can’t imagine they inspire many others. I would like to think people reading self-help books would be striving for more depth than that. I was expecting an attempt at answers on how to love myself better, but that’s not was I found. Without spoiling it, I’ll just say that her closing line is very telling, and left me with a very bad taste in my mouth.
On a more minor, but annoying note, she seems to use the terms criticism, “hating,” trolling, and bullying interchangeably, which is inaccurate and makes me, as a reader, question the author’s reliability. Another little thing, the author claimed there would be humor, but it was very uncomfortable humor and came off as insulting.
It makes for poor reading and was wrongly marketed. It was expecting it to be an inspiring tale of a journey to self-love, but it was mostly an autobiographical “eff you” to the author’s critics. I think it would fare better with a rewrite as a semi-autobiographical drama. I encourage you to reach for an alternate read. There’s nothing inspiring or feel good about this book, and it’s not the least bit enjoyable to read. I would rate it less than a star, but that’s not an option. In fact, I think it’s already on sale and I think it was released less than a month ago.