'I look. I can't stop looking. That's the deal, isn't it? We all know that's how it works. If someone wants to be seen - and oh, how they want to be seen - then someone has to watch.'
Ruth is alone, unnoticed and at a loss: her marriage has ended, her daughter is leaving home and her job is leading nowhere.
But luckily Sookie is back in her life - vivid, self-assured Sookie, who never spared the time for Ruth when they were teenagers, but who now seems to want to be friends. What could possibly go wrong?
As Ruth is caught up in Sookie's life, she sees that everything is not as simple and Instagrammable as Sookie would have you believe. But what has that got to do with Ruth, and what can she do about it?
Unputdownable, funny, spiky and subtle, Other People's Fun is a novel about modern life and the lies we tell our neighbours, friends, families and selves through the hall of mirrors that is social media. Filled with Harriet Lane's trademark creeping unease and forensic observation, this marks the long-awaited return of the mistress of literary suspense.
I was absolutely delighted when I discovered that Harriet Lane had written a new book. Her first two novels; Alys Always (2012) and Her (2014) are two of my all time favourite books. I was convinced that we wouldn't get another story from her, but here we are, over ten years later and I am thrilled to say that Other People's Fun is excellent. The author delivers something that is both familiar and uneasy: a novel that asks quietly discomforting questions about who we are, how we present ourselves, and what we believe about the people we think we know.
The author's strength here is the creeping tension. The book is not in your face dramatic but quietly so with a creeping tension. The reader feels that something is not quite right, it is unsettling and so satisfying to read.
Other People’s Fun is, in so many ways, what this author does best: incisive prose, morally ambiguous characters, and a sense that ordinary life has its own kind of horror. It’s not a comforting read, but it’s a compelling and worthy one. It made me think about how easily we can slide into comparing ourselves, how fragile our façades are, and how often we see others as more complete, more enviable, than we feel we are ourselves
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