After the first couple of pages I was thinking that this might be a book for fans of Bret Easton Ellis or the brat pack. It's all there, fancy looking people, hedonistic lifestyles, several excellent music references... But the more I read the more I realised that something was different. Lindquist is not sarcastic whatsoever, his overall narrative tone is even self deprecating and amusing. There is a lot of humour but it is not dark humour which you find in most novels by Ellis.
Our main protagonist starts questioning his own lifestyle and at the age of thirty-six he wants to leave his old life behind and settle down. He's got the job, he's got the looks and he's got the charm but conquering women means possibilities for him, it makes him feel immortal. There is a scene where he is in the same room with Pearl Jam's Eddie Vedder and he simply stares at him and wonders how this man can be monogamous when he can sleep with so many women, when he has so many options. I think that these options are also quite central to today's twenty somethings. It is important for both women and men in 2019. So the novel aged quite well I would say.
Nevertheless I feel like there was a lot of potential wasted here. It starts out with a great premise, lots of wit and interesting characters. And I‘m usually the first one to point out that plot is absolutely secondary. But in this case, I feel like the plot didn't serve the novel too well. At times it felt like we were way too deep in rom com territories but then it took another direction again and so the ending was quite unexpected. With a couple of tweaks here and there this could have been an absolute classic.