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One of his ten top books about idleness, as shared at the Guardian:
My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa MoshfeghRead about the other entries on the list.
Moshfegh’s novel, published last year, reads a bit like a baroque rewriting of [George Perec's] A Man Asleep. The unnamed narrator’s elaborate project to self-induce a year-long sleep with prescription drugs and withdraw from the vapid New York of money, bad art and worse parties takes us through various narrative detours – a needy friend, a hideous ex, a mad psychiatrist – on the way to oblivion. Few novels have conveyed so powerfully the urge, induced by our culture of permanent visibility and stimulation, to shut down.
--Marshal Zeringue