Fleishman Is in Trouble

Made it through 200 pages before giving up. I just can't with these people.

I enjoyed the show so much that I thought I'd like the book, but the writing is more romance light than I expected from the topics. None of the best parts in the show hit the same in the book but I guess I'm grateful that this existed first, if only so the show exists.

Interesting enough writing most of the time, I guess, but I feel like I learned nothing, gained nothing.

“Even the parts that hurt to look at.” That sums up this book for me. I recognize that is is good and complicated with lots of thoughtful and thought-provoking bits. It's also a touch depressing and nihilistic (in a very NYC way?) and I am going to go for a hike, I think. Whew.

I really enjoyed this novel, even though I don't read a lot of contemporary fiction that deals with regular life. I liked the perspective from Toby and seeing the events that lead to the demise of his marriage. Sometimes you want to blame the other person for everything, when you really need to give your own life and actions a closer, more honest look. I listened to the audiobook and it's definitely not safe for work.

Oh, I could scream with that ending. AH!

Ok - #bookclub4m genre literary fiction second read.

I don't know what I think yet, that was an interesting read!

Huh. I was excited to read this because it had been so hyped and so beloved by a lot of people I trust, so when my reaction to the first few chapter was “gross,” I decided to keep pushing through, figuring that surely this was leading up to something. And...it was...but it also kind of kept being gross to me? And I get that that's the point of this, to some extent, that all of these people are messy and complicated and we should pay attention to who we're sympathizing with, etc. But it felt weird for this to be such a recent book, to be honest? To me it felt like, “Oh, I know readers will only care about a straight white man so I have to trick them into caring about these women with my Trojan horse!” But like.....there are plenty of books about women that don't put me through all of this.I think my tepid response also has to do with the general current environment and also with [b:Machines Like Me 42086795 Machines Like Me Ian McEwan https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1552757135l/42086795.SY75.jpg 65638827] using up all of my allotment for dealing with “unlikeable” characters but like.... :/

Strangely conservative criticism of a subset of American culture: the rich and how difficult it is to get richer and more successful while maintaining a work-life balance. And some sort of “identity”, while it is really all about their id.

It took me two weeks to get through this one. Let me be polite: it's not the worst book I have ever read (not even top 10 worst).
It started out okay. It had me questioning: what is success and what does it look like to different people?
Then, to sum it up, the book becomes “rich people problems”. If the reader identifies with that, great, I don't and have a hard time not rolling my eyes. Let's see someone living paycheck to paycheck having a breakdown and disappearing on her kids for 3 weeks. Let's see what happens in that situation. Breakdowns are a luxury.
I absolutely hated what Brodesser-Akner had to say about feminism, thanks for throwing my one of my core values under the bus. The worst part is, I don't believe SHE believes that- I think she's doing it for shock value and that sickens me. Look at me, I'm a female writer who writes from the POV of the establishment! There is not one female character in this story with any redeeming qualities (except maybe Joanie- who has enough brains to be a doctor and to avoid the hot mess that is Toby).
Fleishman is a too long novel about people without real problems who have no clue what life is really about and wander around in it's pages sorting out their hedonistic needs and bitching about their jobs.
I cannot believe the rave reviews it is getting. Most of those reviews claim the novel is funny. I didn't laugh once. It's not a funny book. It's not even satirical.
Should this have been on the TOB Short list? Hell no. I can think of 3 titles that would have been a better choice.
Also, I'm from New Jersey not via New York. Don't worry, we don't like you either.

Hand-wringing, affluent, New York jew navigating middle-aged life as a newly single man in a city awash with women that suddenly want to sleep with him? Or an examination of how we've marginalized women's stories in traditional literary narratives.

Sure!

A novel where the Upper East Side doctor is played off as a slacker not living up to his economic potential and big city mom's drop their kids off at private school armed with kale smoothies and athletic T's that read “Your Workout is My Warmup” that somehow explores the invisible work of suburban moms.

IKR?

There's a lot going here and lots to pick apart. Is Rachel a soulless careerist monster? Is Toby really just a self-involved dick? Is Seth an overcompensating idiot? Is this just a petty hit job from a bored housewife?

Absolutely!

This is your next bookclub read so sharpen your knives and get ready to pick a side cause marriage is hard.

★ ★ 1/2 (rounded up)
This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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Hr, which was what his preferred dating app was called, was now his first-thing-in-the-morning check. It had replaced Facebook, since when he looked at Facebook, he became despondent and overwhelmed by the number of people he hadn't yet told about his divorce. But Facebook was also a landscape of roads not taken and moments of bliss, real or staged, that he couldn't bear. The marriages that seemed plain and the posts that seemed incidental and not pointed, because they telegraphed not an aggressively great status in life but a just-fine one, those were the ones that left him clutching his heart. Toby hadn't dreamed of great and transcendent things for his marriage. He had parents. He wasn't an idiot. He just wanted regular, silly things in life, like stability and emotional support and a low-grade contentedness. Why couldn't he just have regular, silly things? His former intern Sari posted a picture of herself bowling at a school fundraiser with her husband. She'd apparently gotten three Strikes. “What a night,” she'd written. Toby had stared at it with the overwhelming desire to write “Enjoy this for now” or “All desire is death.” It was best to stay off Facebook.

Toby Fleishman thought he knew what to expect when he and his wife of almost fifteen years separated: weekends and every other holiday with the kids, some residual bitterness, the occasional moment of tension in their co-parenting negotiations. He could not have predicted that one day, in the middle of his summer of sexual emancipation, Rachel would just drop their two children off at his place and simply not return. He had been working so hard to find equilibrium in his single life. The winds of his optimism, long dormant, had finally begun to pick up. Now this.

As Toby tries to figure out where Rachel went, all while juggling his patients at the hospital, his never-ending parental duties, and his new app-assisted sexual popularity, his tidy narrative of the spurned husband with the too-ambitious wife is his sole consolation. But if Toby ever wants to truly understand what happened to Rachel and what happened to his marriage, he is going to have to consider that he might not have seen things all that clearly in the first place.

A searing, utterly unvarnished debut, Fleishman Is in Trouble is an insightful, unsettling, often hilarious exploration of a culture trying to navigate the fault lines of an institution that has proven to be worthy of our great wariness and our great hope.

• Brodesser-Akner's writing, there are some great passages, great insights, and sentences worthy of praise, study, and quotation. As I said previously, the prose is delightful, there are turns of phrase that I've stopped to re-read. Brodesser-Akner has a sharp wit and an equally sharp eye for observation/social commentary. If/When she publishes a second novel, the technical aspects of b>Fleishman is in Trouble were strong enough that I'll be back.


• When Toby (a hepatologist) is at work and caring for patients and/or instructing his interns, he's a great character. Inspirational even. I'd read a book about him at work dealing with the bureaucracy of a hospital, insurance companies, young doctors and suffering patients and probably do little beside sing its praises. This, it should be stressed, is not that book.


• Toby's friend Libby. I don't approve of (not that she asked)/appreciate a lot of her choices and attitudes. But she feels real, she's genuine, she's relatable (even—especially—when she's treating her husband like garbage for no good reason), she deals with her problems (and her friends) in a way that most readers can see themselves in. She actually has a greater role in the novel than you think she will in the first half (or more), but the book would really benefit for more of her.


I have neither the time, inclination, or interest in listing my problems with this novel—just see my summary of the novel as a whole, and we'll call it good.

Based on some of what I've read about this novel, and my own observations, you could get away with calling this a Feminist John Updike. Which is a pretty good summation of why I wouldn't recommend it, actually. It's also reductionistic, so you probably shouldn't say it. However, if a Feminist Updike sounds like something you'd really enjoy (not just are mildly curious about)—you might find yourself enjoying this.

Hoo boy, this one kinda got in my head, in a mostly good way.

This book was an exhausting read, in a way that reading William Faulkner or Flannery O'Connor is exhausting. The book starts, and it never stops. It never lets up. It's like chasing the wind. I absolutely loved this quality of the book and enjoyed reading it – I read half of it in one evening and had it finished by the following afternoon. That part is no surprise to me; I love Taffy's writing in general.

The story itself? I'm a little torn. Like I said, I enjoyed reading the book. I wouldn't have kept reading it if the story were bad. I think what tears me up is, I do not see a lot of the things I heard from other reviewers, professional reviewers. Smart? That one I can't deny. But sexy? This did nothing for me there – and there's a lot of it, so believe me when I tell you I had plenty of opportunities to find out. Funny? I honestly didn't find a damn thing in this book funny. Not in a way where it's loaded with horrible jokes, not at all; it's more like, if I was supposed to find Toby's dating life funny, or any of the characters' contempt for one another funny, I didn't. I found it sad, pathetic at times. But again, not in a bad way. Maybe that wasn't the intention but it didn't make the story less readable.

I'm actually currently on vacation in a large city where I've had time to wrest with some problems I'm going through, and I think for me this was the exact right time to read it, because any other time and place I may not have found it relatable. But maybe that's the surprise. Maybe there's something in here for you that you weren't expecting, either. I didn't even expect to like it based on how it started, and I didn't read the book I feel I was told I was getting. But it didn't matter in the end. I liked the book I got.