Bright Lights, Big City by Jay McInerney was a book on my to-read shelf that I always skipped… until one day when I was like “you know what, I should give this book a try”.
What makes this book different than the others is the second person narrative that you can rarely find. It’s not the only book but somehow it’s one of the most popular examples if you want to check out this style.
It’s the 1980s and your uninteresting life consists of working, partying and drugs (of course, the main character is based on McInerney himself).
You don’t bother with anything. You work in the Factual Verification department for a magazine in the beautiful New York, want to move on to the fiction department and yet you do nothing about that.
Your wife left you and you seem unable to pursue a real relationship.
This is the life before the internet pretty much. Nobody’s using computers and if you want to find out something you have to check out some records or make a few phone calls to some sources and the whole NYC was high on cocaine and this is the young and foolish life.
The background characters are easily forgettable. They’re uninteresting too. We don’t get to know a lot more about them besides their names and some basic info.
This book sends such a careless vibe that actually makes you feel careless about it but don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad book, but it ain’t a great one either.