I have just found an article The Cult of Sally Rooney, about how reading her work became a status symbol…and I’m like…You can’t be serious? I must admit I’m not a fan of Rooney’s writing and I struggle to understand what the whole fuss is all about.
As with Normal People (⭐️⭐️⭐️), what was merely a lesser version of One Day (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️), also her first book published in 2017, Conversations with Friends (⭐️⭐️⭐️), failed to make an impression on me. I must admit though, there is something about Rooney’s writing that I just can’t dismiss.
Conversations with Friends is an account of an affair told from a perspective of a Trinity College student and a writer, Frances, who seems very cold and unemotional. On one hand, it makes you wonder what personality disorder this young girl suffers from. On the other, you are amazed at how liberating it is to finally follow a female character who does not regret a thing.
This book is more of an inner monologue than actual ‘conversations with friends’. However, very eloquently, it proves the point that nothing is ever clear cut and human relationships just tend to be messy…especially when you are a 21-year-old, opinionated communist.