What. The fuck. Is this book even about?!?! Francis, seriously, I love your work, but godDAMN this book is about nothing. NOTHING!
There are affairs and parties, a little murder (that's completely glossed over), but there is no plot! Every character is thinking mundane and useless things while doing other mundane and useless things. This man claims to love these two women, yet seems to hate them in his thoughts. Like, literally "Dick saw her with an inevitable sense of disappointment. It took him a moment to respond to the unguarded sweetness of her smile" and then immediately thinking how much he's in love with her.
WTF?!
After reading a bit more, I found that the first section (there are three in total) makes the book seem as if it is about Rosemary. This is misleading and I think it's why this book has bothered me so much. The narrative, as it is, goes from person to person and not always the characters that end up being the most important. This style of writing is not my favorite and I think that is why I am not fond of this book. However, the story is an interesting one, and then it isn't, and then it is again.
And then it isn't.
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