Artificial Confessional

…The problem is the presentation.  Each chapter begins with a specific date and a vague time of day, “evening” or “morning.”  It takes on the feel of a journal, like the reader gets to peek inside each woman’s story.  I say story because each of these women is an unreliable narrator.  More than that, even, there is the sense that they have thought out what they are going to say and how they will present it to the reader.  When it is assumed these are journals, this feels natural enough.  But then a character explicitly states that she would never keep a journal and things get a little weird.

This book reminded me of nothing so much as mockumentary sitcoms.

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