glibness

I very much dislike this novel, but I will finish it because I'm reading it for the book group. I find its trivialization of pain and fear and grief annoying. There is a lack of respect for other people -- everyone and everything exists only insofar as it allows the protagonist to say something glib, almost always about herself. With rare exceptions, anything anyone says or does registers only as a way for her to obsess about what she is feeling or not feeling, to tell us over and over again that she is not feeling the way a normal person would feel. All of it seems designed to make her feel special, different, uniquely unfathomable. No one is fathomable, of course -- none of us coincide with ourselves.