"Here is a mostly complete inventory of the women that Toby had encountered romantically, both sexually and otherwise, since he first moved out of his marital home and into the Ninety-fourth Street apartment where he sat on a beanbag chair he'd bought for Solly and first understood his phone's new role in his life."
Taffy darling, I love your work unreservedly. This is such a great novel and well worth all the praised that has been heaped upon it.It has taken me an age to write this bloody review because life has been a little berserk. Work was crazy, relationships failed spectacularly,(well we all knew that was coming), the state was on fire and then the world turned toxic. Yep, crazy times all round.What you have here though is a very interesting take on men and women and the minutiae of life. You know that thing we used to have when we could walk outside. A lot has been made of the male character being created by a female author and to that I say — its called fiction people — chill out.
Particularly impressive is the unvarnished ickiness of people and a fantastic observation of the tinder generation and the frenzy that the newly divorced or soon to be divorced can engage in before really understanding what they're getting into.
5 out of 5 - hit up your local bookstore that delivers.
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