In the year 2000, New York City, in a flat on the Upper East Side in Manhattan, a 20 something year old woman decides to sleep during one entire year, only waking up every couple of days for basic self maintenance as eating and washing herself. With the help of sleeping pills she gets from a crazy psychiatrist she pulls through with her plan, but not without some side effect. First person narrator takes us with her while she wakes up, a couple of days after falling asleep, usually with evidence in her house that she has been sleepwalking, going to parties, shopping, etc.. When awake she binge watches movies, her favourite ones featuring actress Whoopi Goldberg.
Evidently in a position of privilege, the narrator without name, has enough money to sustain herself for a whole year without working. She is conscientious about this, she refers to herself as a WASP (White Anglo-Saxon Protestant; traditionally privileged group of population), but she doesn't care about it, nor does she care about anything in the world. She studied history of modern art at Columbia and worked for some time at a popular contemporary art gallery, a world which she despises, until she is asked to leave because she starts sleeping at work.
It's a fun read, although I would not say I had missed anything if I hadn't picked it up. The kind of book one would want to read at the dentist's, for example, when you just can't concentrate on something serious or profound, but need to get distracted and laugh a bit.
The protagonist is an anti-heroine, who never wanted to sleep away a problem? And then she is so selfish and superficial it can only be laughed at. I think the novel only “works” because it is full of dark humour, beginning with the title. The shrink she finds for her is another crazy figure, a weird cat lady who just gives her more and more pills as she complains about persisting insomnia in her consulting room once a month.
Why does our girl decide to hibernate like this? She is obviously depressed, her parents died, but it could be she was already depressed before. She does not seem capable of having emotions or empathy towards her close ones. These are serious topics, alienation disconnection, disenchantment, trauma, social reproduction, we learn a bit about her upbringing and her current life, but we don't get to explore those problems really closely.
My year of rest and relaxation can seem a depressing novel to some readers, because all social relations are deeply dysfunctional or straight forward abusive, for example, the relationship with her on/off boyfriend Trevor is disturbing, as both partners are relentless egoists. But also with her best and only friend, Reva. She is actually a quite normal girl, described as superficial, interested only in fashion and beauty and calorie counting, but we know this through the eyes of our selfish narrator, so we can be mislead here, Reva certainly has some body image issues. She is there taking care of our main character while she sleeps.
What I didn't like was the ending, it was largely foreseeable. (I won't spoiler it but I say as much as it takes place in the year 2001.). While not as entertaining as I would have liked, especially towards the end, it reads quickly and, overall, is entertaining enough.
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