Books of 2013, #17: Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn

Jesus, what tripe. This is a dumb person’s idea of what a smart person’s mystery is. It’s chock full of badly fleshed stock characters, entirely too many un-shocking developments that Flynn clearly sees as revelatory, and runs out of steam well before it runs out of pages. There is not a single “surprise” in the book that isn’t telegraphed WAY WAY WAY in advance, and that any halfway intelligent reader will see coming.

I’m reminded of something Dorothy Parker said: “This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.”

The only upside is that I now have a CLEAR CHOICE for “worst book read this year,” whereas before it was a tossup between The Night Circus and Empire State — neither are even in the same league of awfulness as Flynn, so congrats for that.

2 thoughts on “Books of 2013, #17: Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn

  1. You know, throwing it with great force was exactly what my wife did upon finishing Gone Girl. And it was quite a mystery why it was so popular (#1 on the Times list for far longer than any other novel this year) and so critically slobbered on. Several people, including my boss, whose opinions on fiction I usually trust loved it. After Sally’s reaction, I wouldn’t go near it. Go get you some Dennis Lehane or something to get the taste out of your mouth.

  2. In fact, next up was Patton Oswalt’s book (post coming); I’m now into Iain Banks’ Player of Games.