![]() ![]() ![]() The action occurs in Manhattan’s Upper East Side, where the narrator, a gallery assistant, bought an apartment with her inheritance. So I took another Nembutal, watched Presumed Innocent, then took a few Lunestas.” At this point, the reader’s own GABA receptors and endorphins are cross-firing along with the pill-popping narrator’s. I felt tired, heavy, but not exactly sleepy. ![]() Her witty lines entertain throughout her fourth book: “I ate some melatonin and Benadryl and drooled a little,” the narrator states. First-time Ottessa Moshfegh readers will marvel at her ability to write such a saturnine story in such a droll manner. Like a hummingbird hovering in cold weather during a self-induced torpor, the protagonist of My Year of Rest and Relaxation, a 20-something Ivy League, orphaned cutie, intentionally hibernates for one year in a drug-induced “sleep diet,” hoping her soul wounds heal and trusting that the world will be a better place when she awakens. ![]()
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