I started Gone Girl with no idea what to expect. Sure, I knew it was outrageously popular. But was it a mystery, or a thriller, or a romance, or a coming of age story? I had no idea.
And the characters. Our narrators. I didn’t know what to expect, and I got it wrong. There’s no greater thrill in a book than watching as everything you thought you understood is yanked out from under you.(show spoiler)
I loved the characters’ voices.
I loved the way they used repetition. (She said.)
I loved the “Cool Girl” monologue, especially the “strong women” bit.
I loved the Amazing Amy and Able Andy motif.
I loved the diatribe about “clean and bleed.”
I even loved the disturbing, twisted romance of it all.
If all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soulmate, because we don't have genuine souls.
It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else.
I would have done anything to feel real again.
But what I loved the most is the way I got caught up in the story, even though I didn’t want to be.
Oh, one other thing.
I listened to this on audio, and it was excellent. The narrators are terrific, and I absolutely recommend it.
I know there’s a movie of this, and I know the male lead is played by Ben Affleck. I’d just love to know how that casting call went. “Hi, we’re looking for a guy with a handsome, douchebag face that is just asking for a punch. We need a smarmy guy with a stiff, plastic grin and a tendency to emote absolutely the wrong thing, whose expressions never seem to match the emotions that his words are trying to express. And we thought you’d be perfect!”