Book Review: My Year of Rest and Relaxation By Ottessa Moshfegh


From one of our boldest, most celebrated new literary voices, a novel about a young woman’s efforts to duck the ills of the world by embarking on an extended hibernation with the help of one of the worst psychiatrists in the annals of literature and the battery of medicines she prescribes.

Our narrator should be happy, shouldn’t she? She’s young, thin, pretty, a recent Columbia graduate, works an easy job at a hip art gallery, lives in an apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan paid for, like the rest of her needs, by her inheritance. But there is a dark and vacuous hole in her heart, and it isn’t just the loss of her parents, or the way her Wall Street boyfriend treats her, or her sadomasochistic relationship with her best friend, Reva. It’s the year 2000 in a city aglitter with wealth and possibility; what could be so terribly wrong?

My Year of Rest and Relaxation is a powerful answer to that question. Through the story of a year spent under the influence of a truly mad combination of drugs designed to heal our heroine from her alienation from this world, Moshfegh shows us how reasonable, even necessary, alienation can be. Both tender and blackly funny, merciless and compassionate, it is a showcase for the gifts of one of our major writers working at the height of her powers.


What was this?!
What a waste of a few hours (audiobook)

This bitch literally took drugs the whole time. She was addicted and kept lying to her therapist in order to get more. All she wanted to do was sleep and hoping she would not remember anything then trying to reincarnate into another person to allow herself a new identity. Seriously if thats the case are you not better off either:

1. Getting help with yourself properly to re-evaluate if you are looking to become a completely new person
2. Just strip away your old life, move somewhere different and do different activities to become the person you want to be instead of wasting your valuable life by sleeping all the time?

Now, the therapist, that would have been a better novel if things / other topics other than this lazy bitch was the narrator instead.

2/5 Stars


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