All Fours: A Novel

Total crap. An attempt by a naval-gazing privileged narcissist to shock me. It did not. Some parts are funny. Occasionally (!!) the writing is biting, but mostly not. Loathsome and self-aggrandizing. I thought for a split second it was written by a man showing his imagination of what a woman might be thinking. Alas, no. It’s just a bad book by, and about, a bad writer.

Yet another story of a self obsessed privileged white woman who can’t do life. The seminal character is ‘semi-famous’ in some amorphous arts/media career. The author offers gender preference, identity politics and menopause in lieu of an actual storyline. I kept reading it thinking there may be some revelation. Sadly no.