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Fiction. Literature. HTML: AN INSTANT #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER Beautiful World, Where Are You is a new novel by Sally Rooney, the bestselling author of Normal People and Conversations with Friends. Alice, a novelist, meets Felix, who works in a warehouse, and asks him if he'd like to travel to Rome with her. In Dublin, her best friend, Eileen, is getting over a break-up, and slips back into flirting with Simon, a man she has known since childhood. Alice, Felix, Eileen, and Simon are still youngâ??but life is catching up with them. They desire each other, they delude each other, they get together, they break apart. They have sex, they worry about sex, they worry about their friendships and the world they live in. Are they standing in the last lighted room before the darkness, bearing witness to something? Will they find a way to believe in a beautiful world?… (more)
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In part I imagine this book is more approachable for me because the characters are around 30 rather than around 20. I am far from either of those ages, but the 30 something stuff still feels familiar in a way the 20 something stuff does not. But though that is a factor, I don't think its so much a question of the maturity of the characters as it is the maturity of the writer. There is an assurance here, and a real understanding of how people talk to one another. The earlier books are filled with dialogue that rings false. When two 20-year olds at an elite university are talking the endless melodrama and regular resort to obscure literary quotes seem on brand, but grown ups do not talk like that. In prior Sally Rooney books they did. Here the conversation feels natural and right for the characters. There is a series of emails between the two main female characters, Alice and Eileen in which they discuss politics, religion, literature and philosophy in ways smart people might have those discussions. In earlier books someone complained of having cramps and in response someone quoted Lao Tzu or the Brothers Karamazov. Everything seemed like a non-sequitur.
There is among three of the four main characters a pervasive sense of melancholy. They are adults, they did the right things, two of them have achieved a degree of objective success (doing the work they want to do and getting money and recognition for that) two of them are very attractive to boot. All are miserable. A good deal of the misery is self-imposed, caused by their rejection of anything good because of their fear that losing a good thing will hurt more than never having a good thing. Quite a bit of the misery is also due to a fear of looking stupid or foolish or getting rejected which leads several characters, but most especially Alice, to be prickly and aggressive so people do not see her pain and vulnerability. That all feels real to me. It is frustrating, and you want to shake the lot of them, but it feels authentic, and Rooney is a wonderful reporter.
Through a lot of the book I was thinking that what I was responding too was the fact that the pall of melancholy had replaced the melodrama in the last two books, and melancholy feels better to me. That opinion, that we had gotten past the melodrama, turned out to be wrong as can be. Just when you are thinking we are going to stick with quiet melancholy, the melodrama returns! The denouement for the three characters who have been friends for many years feels like it could have been snipped from Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf or maybe The Boys in the Band (the real one or the far less interesting Ryan Murphy version.) Which is to say it was insanely melodramatic, but also wonderfully melodramatic -- the platonic ideal of melodrama. It was great, and it ended with a quiet resolution, a moment when everyone just got worn out and moved forward, and were better for it.
We are talking about Sally Rooney, and I know it pisses people off that her work is so white girl normcore, so I guess something must be said about that. This story is filled with shiny, angsty, highly-educated white people who talk about being socialists and are NOT in any way socialists. That is not an issue for me -- many readers like all of their fiction to look like a Benetton ad, and that is not a goal for me. Though I am thrilled to see characters from groups not often seen in popular literature represented more and more, some stories are just about shiny highly-educated white people, and those can be great stories too. (End of public service announcement.)
Rooney tackles many themes in this book, and opens up space to think about and talk about things that are obvious but to which we have become so inured we barely notice them. Some examples: the ways in which celebrity has become our substitute for religion; the ways in which celebrities have become a substitute for friends, with people commenting on their personal lives as if they had the information and the relationship required to form and merit an opinion; and, power dynamics and relationship rules in the age of feminism, sexual and gender creativity, and consent. The last is perhaps the most damaging for the books characters. We can all agree (I hope) that inclusion, communication and express consent are necessary and good. That said, as in life, the consent elements in the book's sex scenes were uncomfortable and very not sexy. Relatedly the dancing around the inner pull of typical gender roles versus the intellectual rejection of same can cause a lot of disconnect. If I want a man to take care of me what does that say about me as a feminist, and if a man wants that role and also fully respects his partner how does he proceed. There is also an intriguing side story about sexuality (view spoiler) All of these things, the changing sexual mores, definitions of commitment, gender roles, consent make it really hard to have a bonded happily-ever-after relationship, and that is something that many people long for. Toss into that the fact that we have basically brought about the end of the world sooner rather than later, and the concept of future, of the writing novels, marriage and children, really even of romance, seems almost absurd. Its a lot. And yet these four people lurch, often against their will, toward connection and future, and they are compelling as all get out as they do.
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In a nutshell:
Eileen and Simon have known each other since they were little. Alice and Eileen have been friends since university. Eileen and Felix have just met. Events transpire.
Worth quoting:
âI think I have by now forgotten how to conduct social
Why I chose it:
This was in a book subscription I got, and itâs the only hardback fiction on my to-be-read bookshelf, so thought Iâd finally read it.
Review:
Sigh. I think this is a book Iâm âsupposedâ to like? Or maybe Iâm too old for it? The main characters are all in their 30s, and Iâm in my 40s, so perhaps this is just not for me? But Iâve read other fiction where the leads are all much younger than me and enjoyed those, so maybe itâs just this authorâs style that doesnât sit well with me. I enjoyed her first book âConversations with Friendsâ, though âNormal Peopleâ was fine, and enjoyed this the least.
It isnât that the story isnât believable, or that there is anything inherently wrong with it. It just isnât very good. Or should I say, it isnât constructed in a way that I found interesting. I finished it mostly because it was a pretty easy read (though my kingdom for a paragraph break or a set of quotation marks) and Iâd already started it. I briefly saw one review that it was an attempt at a modern take on 18th century novels of letters, which, absolutely fine, but the emails that take up half the book are borderline absurd. Maybe thatâs the point! But I canât imagine anyone really writing to their friends in such a way. I mean, perhaps people do, but I think people text their thoughts? I donât know, perhaps this was Rooneyâs way of trying to knock texting, or make a social commentary on how we choose to interact with those who donât live near us. If so, cool. But it still didnât work for me.
As for the characters, I guess I cared about them? Again, I donât know. I suppose I should have seen Eileenâs personality early on, but the Eileen in the second half of the book could have been a complete different character from the Eileen in the first. Also I suppose the focus was on the women, but giving a little bit of background to the men frustrated me because either weâre going to get to know them or we arenât. Going halfway there didnât work for me.
Iâd imagine being a lauded author with oneâs second book even better received than the first can create a lot of pressure for the third, and I hope that this is the book Rooney wanted to write regardless of how it might be received. I think a lot of people are going to enjoy it. Just not me.
Recommend to a Friend / Keep / Donate it / Toss it:
Donate it
Sally Rooney is intriguing, and her prose is undoubtedly engaging, relatable, and thought-provoking. While reading about thirtysomethings Alice, Felix, Eileen,
Alice Kelleher, a best-selling author, hates herself and her fame. However, she is proud of her ability to intimidate others. She meets Felix on Tinder, and although their first "date" is a failure, she invites him to accompany her on a business trip to Rome. Rooney touches upon professionals' fine line between business and personal lives but emphasizes the precarious nature of Alice's psyche and ability to have live relationships. Throughout the book, Alice communicates via email with Eileen, her former roommate and current best friend. The email exchanges between them include intimate details of their lives and much thoughtful philosophical banter about the world: politics, religion, capitalism, etc. The emails contain some of the book's best writing, and besides highlighting Rooney's craft, the characters reveal their innermost thoughts through these beautifully written prose pieces.
Eileen Lydon has a longtime friend named Simon, whom she has been in love with since she was fifteen years old. He is five years older than she is. Simon seems to also be in love with Eileen, but communicating their honest feelings seems difficult for both of them. Simon's Catholicism and belief in God seem to be a significant obstacle for Eileen since she views his faith as a sign of weakness. The author explores the difficulties of a platonic relationship, especially when good friends choose to become lovers. Eileen and Simon have to work through the plusses and minuses and weigh the risks of allowing romance to ruin their friendship. Of course, since Eileen is a copy editor for a magazine and in a dead-end job making little money, there are questions about whether she is comfortable allowing Simon, who has a lucrative career, to provide for her. Will this arrangement lessen her sense of self and fulfillment?
The four main characters' interactions could be analyzed ad infinitum. I strongly suggest you join the discussion.
Sally Rooney is the new Jonathan Franzen when it comes to polarizing authors. Her notoriety came when her first few books were highly regarded and she became (unwillingly) the face of millennial fiction. There was the inevitable backlash, and this novel seems to be part of her working through that through the character of Alice. I'm agnostic on the subject of Sally Rooney (do not get me started on Franzen, I have strong opinions there); I loved her first novel, liked her second one fine, and found this one the weakest, but whether she's the Voice of a Generation or whatever, I don't care, just let me read.
Rooney structures her novel with first an event told in the third person, followed by an examination of that same event by one of the women, usually accompanied with their musings about the state of the world and some intense navel-gazing. I'm all for these things, but the repetitive nature of the structure, as well as the characters's lack of development through most of the novel left me feeling bored. I did think the final scene was fantastic, but I wish that the pay-off had been achieved with less trudging through beforehand. Still, there's something to Rooney's writing and to her project that appeals and so I expect that I will reluctantly pick up her next book.
Ms. Rooney has a detached observational narration that doesn't always use its omnipresence ability. Her dialog and manipulation of the intertwined relationships is well constructed. I look forward to her continued literary endeavors
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About ten days ago I went out on a date with someone who worked in a shipping warehouse and he absolutely despised me. To be fair to myself (I always am), I think I have by now forgotten how to conduct social intercourse.
For me it feels like looking down and seeing for the first time that Iâm standing on a minuscule ledge at a dizzying vertical height, and the only thing supporting my weight is the misery and degradation of almost everyone else on earth.
The present has become discontinuous. Each day, even each hour of each day, replaces and makes irrelevant the time before, and the events of our lives make sense only in relation to a perpetually updating timeline of news content.
People who intentionally become famousâI mean people who, after a little taste of fame, want more and more of itâare, and I honestly believe this, deeply psychologically ill. The fact that we are exposed to these people everywhere in our culture, as if they are not only normal but attractive and enviable, indicates the extent of our disfiguring social disease. There is something wrong with them, and when we look at them and learn from them, something goes wrong with us.
I think if every man who had ever behaved somewhat poorly in a sexual context dropped dead tomorrow, there would be like eleven men left alive.
People our age used to get married and have children and conduct love affairs, and now everyone is still single at thirty and lives with housemates they never see.
I know we agree that civilisation is presently in its decadent declining phase, and that lurid ugliness is the predominant visual feature of modern life.
Iâm conscious of the extraordinary privilege of being allowed to make a living from something as definitionally useless as art.
Thatâs your problem, he said, youâre hard on yourself for not being more like Jesus. You should do what I do, just be a dickhead and enjoy your life.
This is a good setup, and all four characters are well-developed. And yet, I was never able to care deeply about them and tired of their angsty ruminations. Your mileage may vary.
This story follows the ups and downs of these two couples and their love lives.
This book got a lot of buzz, but I was disappointed.
The writing is clever and contains insightful observations. I did not care for the numerous step-by-step sex scenes. The two female characters, Alice and Eileen, conduct lengthy email discussions, which do not come across as authentic. For me, the storytelling element is lacking here. Motivations are unclear. I do not have to like the characters (and this bunch is fairly unpleasant, especially Felix), but I need to care about what happens.
I have read Rooneyâs two previous books. I very much enjoyed Normal People and did not care much for Conversations with Friends. This one is more like the latter than the former. I am sure many people will enjoy this book, especially if you enjoy contemporary fiction, but it is just not my personal taste. I listened to the audio book, beautifully read by Irish actress Aoife McMahon. Her reading kept me going when I was tempted to quit.