Matthew Weiner is the creator of Mad Men. A man, i thought, with a great feeling for story and character. His first novel will be a corker, I thought. I was wrong.
This is a very short book, coming in at under 150 pages. More novella than novel. But good things can come in small packages and it is very disappointing that this isn’t one of them.
There is a story here, and quite a good one at that, but its execution leaves much to be desired. Weiner gives us 144 pages of exposition. No dialogue, no showing, just page after page of tell. The characters are fairly two-dimensional and not at all likeable. I think the author intended a wry, waspy look at rich Manhattenites, a cross between The Bonfire of The Vanities and American Psycho. For me, this book fell short of the mark.
Sorry to not recommend this one.
I received a copy from the publisher via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.