A very tight and mean and gorgeous novel. It's got me thinking a lot about how we represent ourselves and present ourselves for/through other people, especially our romantic and interpersonal relationships. The novel is, to me, about spectatorship and artist-audience relationships and the blurring of those lines as well as confounding what we mean by "art." I think these themes tease out very smartly the way that Gen Z process intersecting race/class/gender/sexual identities in whatever hell-stage of capitalism we're currently in. A novel for the 2020s, definitely.

Also, Leilani's prose is just masterful. I love how light and bouncy and observant and satirical it is.