It’s Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary, when she disappears out of the blue. Nick panics, but generally reacts oddly to his wife’s disappearance, and her diary entries show the perfectionist that seemingly no one could hate. So, what happened? Did he kill her? Or is there someone out there who could hate someone so perfect?
So, here’s the thing. I get the hype for about the first, say, 50%. Well, maybe 5%-50%.
At first, so-perfect-it’s-easy-to-hate Amy’s chapters were boring and Nick – though unlikeable – had the more interesting parts. Then this click happened and I got hooked in. Why would someone hate her? Who could do this? Why is Nick acting so weird? What does it all mean?
And then, it unclicked. Little bits started unravelling. Like, Nick’s You probably don’t like me any more revelation. Newsflash, pal, you’re difficult to like in the first place (although, I’m not sure when it happened, probably around the big revelation I found a swell of support for him…)
See, they’re not very likeable in general. Sure, they’re thought out, they have their damage from their past to contend with, but the question is: do you really care?
I’ll tell you when I started to care: that revelation. I thought a big fuck you was in order, and rooted for the one person I didn’t expect myself to. I got really into it. Some of the writing was shabby – swearing was overdone, stereotypes were rife, Amy’s monologue on Andie being able to take Nick’s cock to the back of her throat and right up the ass was completely unnecessary and I made a mental note to let whoever is bored enough to read this know (you’re welcome). Nick’s sister is also named Go, which is stupid.
And then when it all kind of unravelled plot-wise and came to a head, it was complete bullshit. I hit a point where I turned to my boyfriend and paraphrased the entirety of the plot that lead up to this point to explain my frustration at this one minute point, but my main grief is:
– The ending.
To be more specific, the run up to it and the fact that’s seemingly appropriate on any level to be swept under the carpet. [spoiler] I’m sorry, but regardless of the fact Amy is a complete and utter psychopath, the violating herself with a wine bottle to pull off a rape accusation that justifies her murdering an innocent guy to cover her crazy ass? No.
And the warped reality of continuing together under a pretense? Following a pregnancy that comes from manipulation and a purely psychotic place? No. She’s a mental case anyway, completely overreacting when divorce is a plausible response – but you get swept up in the wild ride of fiction and want it to come to a proper end: one where she’s caught and suffers the worst fate of all (for her, anyway) the shame, the fall from grace, etc. [/spoiler]
See, I’m game for a book that paints a romance as, you know, not perfect. See literally the last book I read. I’m even game for a little bit of crazy. And I read that Flynn was tired of the heroines who rise from tragedy to triumph, and that there’s a lack of villains. Yes, there is! I’m so with you there!
So then why does she kind of, like, get her own way? It’s like the reverse of the crazy, creepy guy getting his own way. The crazy psychopath manipulating her way into happiness, even if it’s a faux happiness, because at least it’s some happiness.
(Would have given it 3 stars because I totally got into it, but that ending… Nope.)