Fleishman is in Trouble
By Taffy Brodesser-Akner
A satiric novel about a disintegrating marriage was probably not the best choice for a post-nuptial read. I appreciate the wit and social commentary, but the general and specific unpleasantness of the marriage and the people in it were Too Much. I didn't find it enjoyable, more like a duty. After getting through husband Toby's two hundred plus pages of narcissism, sex, and whining, I really wanted to read Rachel's POV, but was disappointed to find it was only like sixty pages long, and consisted mostly of her accepting shitty behavior from everyone around her until she eventually has a full on mental breakdown. Uplifting? No. I felt like this book ends with the equivalent of a winking-face emoji, as our erstwhile semi-narrator Libby decides she'll write about the end of a marriage, but leave it on a cliffhanger, because...? I'm not actually invested in whether these characters manage to get together at all, they clearly have fault lines going all the way down. I just, sort of like, wanted bad things to happen to Toby and just wanted Rachel to stop giving a shit, and well, there's an audience for everything, I suppose, but not me for this.
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