![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() She twisted me up.Īll of which is to say that the critic brings her own baggage, and that she doesn’t travel light. I’d either been wrong before, or I was wrong now, or there was no such thing as wrong. I didn’t merely enjoy floating through the worlds Rooney had conjured - I was enveloped by them. And restarted “ Conversations With Friends.” All in about 72 hours. Then, last year, I watched some advance episodes of the “Normal People” TV series. ![]() I skipped her second novel, “ Normal People.” Here was a 24-year-old scrapper sucking up all the oxygen with a simplistic riff on an age-old plot. What didn’t I - a millennial woman and member of the chattering literary class - see in this vibey, au courant ménage à trois plus un?įor a few years, while watching critics race to come up with clever new thoughts on Rooney to borrow some of her shine, I seethed. Recommended by a high-ranking editor with impeccable taste, the galley had been worked over by several others before me they’d all, she said, adored it. I quit “Conversations With Friends,” Sally Rooney’s first novel, after 50 pages. If you buy books linked on our site, The Times may earn a commission from, whose fees support independent bookstores. ![]()
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