In hindsight, there was no chance I would have ever loved this book.
Tell me something. When you've been pitched a story as "Asian Anna Delvey teams up with an exiled socialite and a billionaire heir to fool Singaporean high society", do you imagine... oh, I don't know. Identity fraud? Scams? A single hint of illegal activity? Maybe I'm being unfair, but when you compare your book to a woman who scammed millions of dollars while pretending to be a high-class socialite, I feel like I am due a little bit of crime.
Tell me something else. When you hear that the story is set in Singapore, do you expect the setting to... feel like Singapore? No? Are my standards too high? Apparently so, because this book is getting rave reviews and praise for representing the Asian community with a 'diverse' setting when the only times I'd remember we were in Singapore were when the author replaced coffee with kopi and mentioned that her hair got frizzy in the humidity.
Alright, let's get the disclaimers out of the way before I get accused of being a hardass who doesn't know what she's talking about. I am a twenty-something woman living in Singapore. I've dabbled in Singaporean high society (I hated every minute of it, which probably contributed to why this book would have never worked for me, but I digress).
I'm Asian, I was born here, I know what I'm talking about. Are we good? Good. Let's begin.
We'll split this review into three general groupings: the story, the writing, and the absolute lack of effort in incorporating the Singapore setting while at the same time using it to leverage yourself and market yourself as 'different'. And, as a special treat, I'll probably be cultivating my own little thesis along the way that says something along the lines of this: diversity is not a shield for a terrible fucking story.
“Lauren,” you ask, “if you hated this book so much, why didn’t you just DNF it?”
Because I am, at my very core, a hater. I enjoy writing rant reviews, and I know there are pedantic little contrarians that will pounce on me DNFing a book to use it as evidence that I couldn’t definitively know the whole book was absolutely trash. So I finished it. And now I can definitively type this review with a sadistically feverish pace and let all of you know that this book was, indeed, absolute trash.
Enjoy the ride.
1. The story
I’ll admit, I have a particular sensitivity to pacing and general structure. It bothers me when it’s even slightly off-kilter, so you can imagine the amount of eye-twitches I had to suffer through while reading this book.
Simply put, the pacing was shit. The last act lacked the needed resolution to all the subplot threads because the first part of the book was way too long. Somehow, this book managed to bleed an infiltration into high society of any entertainment it could have had, reining back the scheming and backstabbing to avoid sully the precious characters likeability. This resulted in any real scheming to be delegated to the Evil Ex Girlfriend Who is Also Super Hot And Bitchy, which is a trope that is so sexist I can’t believe exists in a book that seems to champion the girlbossery of the main character.
While the first two acts dragged on for forever, the story somehow managed to deliver none of the important information through real-time scenes, and instead had to scramble to fill in the gaps between exposition dumps and brief flashbacks in between filler scenes.
We'd time skip over the OTP bonding and then get informed, in hindsight, that something important to the plot happened *right* after the page break. A dinner at the start of the book is going badly and *just* when it almost seems salvageable, we skip to a week later, and get told in post that actually it was a great time and everyone was impressed by our dear MC.
Which brings us to— Samantha was a horrible protagonist to follow. Now, I’m willing to admit that I tend not to like MCs that are desperate to join the ‘popular’ group, which is why I sucked it up. I knew the Mean Girls arc. Until I didn’t?? Until the author turns it on the head and (vague spoiler) during the climax makes literally everyone else the villain except for her???? And Samantha barely has to apologize or make reparations to the people SHE hurt because boohoo we can't have an unlikeable MC in a story like this, can we? Oh no she has to be the one who's betrayed (the betrayal was barely a betrayal?? Because it was basically just their plan from the start???) so we feel sympathy for her.
In fact, I hated everyone here. Every single character was terribly cliche: jealous ex, jealous side character. Everyone was two dimensional in a way that completely undercuts the subtleties of high society politics. If they were rich, they were Evil except for an Indonesian socialite named Daisy (we’ll get to that), who was so painfully written to be the 'cool' rich girl that didn't care about anything, and the love interest. When Samantha’s cardboard FeMiNiSt best friend calls out how the boyfriend always gets a resolution when the female friends do not not doesn’t give you a pass from doing exactly what your own character criticized in your own book.
Onto the romance. Listen, I like cheesy stories. I like romcoms. It's really not that hard for me to be sold on a ship, or at least *neutral* on a ship, but this managed to surpass my expectations and deliver the most cardboard romance I’ve read in at least two years. Nothing disgusts me more than an OTP with no chemistry calling each other babe, and boy, when I tell you that that is all they call each other, I mean it. There’s a moment where our MC is outed about doing something mildly shitty and the LI is torn up about it for the grand total of two pages before he professes his love for her and they… make out? Every opportunity we could’ve had to flesh out their relationship or give me insight into their dynamic was cut out due to the aforementioned pacing Decisions, capital D.
I also just did not like Timothy at all. The disillusioned rich kid trope is a tricky balance to get right, and this twat was too busy sulking about wanting to pursue the arts that he missed the very obvious solution that was in front of him from the start. I feel like the author watched the Devil Wears Prada, got the idea that Nate is the villain and then made her love interest the Villain, but then decided that he was too hot to be an ACTUAL villain so gave him a quick redemption at the end for a HEA.
As a conclusion to this section, the foundational conceit of the story is ridiculous and shows a complete ignorance in the workings of Asian cultures. I am absolutely gobsmacked that this author was born and raised in Singapore because there is NO way any Asian would've thought that the plan to get Tim's parents on board with following his dreams would've worked. Why on earth would his parents care that he gave a girl a makeover? Why on earth would a girl making it in the fashion industry, which is stereotypically dismissed as being ‘useless’, convince them to let their only child and heir to their entire multimillion corporate empire pursue his dreams in art?
We typically run into the problem of having, for the sake of a rounded story arc, the ethnic elders warming up to Western sensibilities unrealistically fast, but this story didn’t even pretend to have a struggle. This story breaches our suspension of disbelief by building a plot on the knowledge that everything has to work out at the end, thus rendering any tension null and void.
2. The writing
This is the fun part. Here are some really wacky sentences that made me do a double take. it’s also worth noting that every description of clothing is more of label dropping than any actual phrases. (They are mostly going to be romance lines because they were uh. Not good.)
“Heads turned as Anya strutted the short distance from her desk to Samantha’s like it was her personal catwalk, wearing a denim minidress belted with a brightly patterned Dior scarf that violated Arrow Public Relations’ corporate dress code in half a dozen ways and made Samantha wish she had kept her leather jacket on despite how it stuck to her skin.” (All one sentence???)
“A hot flush of pleasure ran through Samantha. Timothy’s eyes darkened as they traced the blush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest.”
“The smile in his voice wrapped around Samantha like a comforting hug. She nodded, her eyes tracing the amber rims in Timothy’s.”
“Mm-hmm?” Timothy muttered, nibbling on the plump flesh of her lower lip.”
“Timothy drew back to look her in the eye, but kept his forehead pressed against hers.”
And then we’re going to cap it off with this just absolutely bizarre show of “I’m a feminist hell yeah” girl power I’ve seen in a while:
“As Samantha neared the duo, she could hear Daisy saying, “You’re totally rocking the girl power vibe with your pins. What do you think of Dior’s We Should All Be Feminists collection?”
“I think it’s cool that such a big brand is talking about such an important issue,” Raina said. “But it feels kind of like slacktivism to me. Catchy slogan, but doesn’t make up for the fact that Dior’s still only using size zero models. Pretty skewed sense of female empowerment if you ask me.”
Daisy nodded. “Totally! It’s so performative. One guy I know straight up told me he only wears Dior’s feminist collection to ‘impress the chicks.’”
3. Everything else
First of all, I despise how most stories depict contemporary high society. Second of all, I despise contemporary high society, and I blame myself for reading a book about a MC whose only dream is to join high society. (Again, I thought it would she would be less obsessed with being prom queen and more invested in scamming the fuck out of them, but apparently I overestimated this book's ability to deliver an entertaining story.)
To prove that this could be any American state in summer with Asian names slapped on top like those stickers that never get off book covers, let’s talk about the names first. As someone else pointed out in another review, the surnames used are Asian but aren't common Singaporean ones, from May "Le" to Genie "Tsai" or even Samantha "Song". The first names aren’t much better. As mentioned before, there is an Indonesian heiress named Daisy that comes in about halfway through the book. I am Indonesian. My mom grew up in Bandung. Both of us has never, not once, met an Indonesian from Indonesia named Daisy. Which once again begs the question: did the author have a concussion and forget everything about Singapore? She lived here. How did she fuck up the simplest, most basic worldbuilding tool to utilize?
Back to Daisy. She’s Indonesian Chinese (which I happen to be), with a ‘dark-skinned’ Indonesian father. It is said, explicitly in the text, that magazines are trashing her image because of her Indonesian father, insinuating that she is an outsider in socialite Singapore. This makes no sense narratively because immediately after this is dropped, her engagement party is the biggest event of that season, and everyone wants to be there. So one can assume that this was dropped in to say, “Hey, racism exists here too”. Which it does. But we are not the fucking USA, and you can’t apply the same concept of racism to Singapore without considering the context.
Singapore is strategically kept ethnically diverse. Our public holidays account for several different religions, and even though English is commonly spoken and Chinese is the majority race, Malay is our official language. I don’t know how to break it to people, but outwardly snipping at an Indonesian heiress for not being pale would spell an instant death to any magazine company. Any racism would be behind closed doors, not published for five million people— with at least half of them being ‘dark-skinned’— to read.
The fact that none of these rich people know anything about local Singaporean is absurd. Once again, it’s not untrue that the expatriates are much more removed from the street level, but what would be more interesting than these rich people being confused about local food would be to explore that actually, rich people in Singapore like to make kampong dishes, “but better”. Better ingredients, better cooking methods, better displays of the food. Anything to show off how much more elevated and sophisticated they are from the locals. I’m not saying that this book had to go into the nuances of the Singaporean class divide, but the use of the country that the author has lived in as a setting that was mediocre at best and downright humiliating at worst.
So. What’s up? I’ve spent some time thinking about this, and I came to the conclusion that either the publishing house forced her to make these absurd decisions, stripping the setting of anything that would help ground it to real life Singapore, or the author consciously chose to omit these details. Either way, when one looks at their marketing campaign for this book and notices how so much of it leans on being set in Asia for #diversity, it looks malicious.
Regardless of intent, it's clearly written and catered to a Western audience looking for a check off their representation bingo cards. And the worst part is that none of them will notice. No one can notice, because no one lives here, and wow, isn’t it neat that Singapore is basically run the same way the USA and the Kingdom of Genovia is run?
The problem is that if we are so desperate to read anything diverse for the sake of seeming more worldly, we are limiting ourselves. Diversity does not equate to quality. It shouldn’t equate to quality. And by turning uncommon representation into fads and trends, we’re settling for trash stories and really only proving the people who critique ‘the wokeness’ of this generation right.
I have spent entirely too much time on this review. If you’re looking for a book that also coincidentally overlapped with my niche wheelhouse, If You Could See the Sun by Ann Liang was incredible. (Disclaimer: the cover, title, and synopsis make it sound very literary. It isn’t.)
My last is that the first line was my favorite of the entire book, because I too am suicidal and wear a leather jacket every day.