a novel about nothing

Love Always - Ann Beattie
“A master chronicler of our life and times." —Newsday

"A very funny book. . . . If Jane Austen had been crossed with Oscar Wilde and re-crossed with the early Evelyn Waugh, and the result plonked down among the semi-beautiful people of late 20th-century media-fringe America . . . the outcome might have been something like this." —Margaret Atwood

"Ferociously funny." —The Los Angeles Times

"Beattie's new novel, her third, is a gratifying surprise. Love Always will be welcomed by the large and loyal Beattie readership, but there is much that recommends it to the previously unconverted." —Harper's Bazaar

"Beattie's most comic—indeed her first satiric—work to date. . . . Much of the book's authenticity derives from the accretion of felt detail—a Beattie trademark. She captures 1984 Vermont with right-on references to Cyndi Lauper, Horchow catalogs, and 'pre-Cabbage Patch' Coleco." —The Christian Science Monitor

LIE. LIE. LIE.

Okay, so this is my first ever foray into Ann Beattie’s writing. But still, none of the blurbs matched my feeling when I read it. I didn’t laugh, i didn’t sympathise with the characters, i didn’t invest in any of them, and to be honest, for such a little book, it felt terribly long. I skimmed through most of the pages and I still couldn’t find anything of substance.

The novel is basically about nothing. There is no character development, it tried to tell several stories at once which achieved nothing, and in the end, none of the characters changed for the better! They just remained....

What a waste of time.

The only one that truly reflects this book is a remark from John Updike.
"The novel is sadder than satire, for it is about the emptiness not of these lives but of our lives."