UCHICAGO PITTSBURGH ALUMNI BOOK GROUP
My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh
The Pittsburgh Book Club will meet at 7PM on Tuesday, February 19, 2019, to discuss My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh. The February Book Club will be held at the Squirrel Hill home of Gunther & Klara Heilbrunn. Contact Steve Shandor, AB'84, MBA'88 at firstname.lastname@example.org to let us know you are coming. Location details will be sent after emailing Steve.
(Please note that February 19 is the THIRD TUESDAY in February – one week later than we would normally meet.)
TIE-IN EVENT: As part of the Pittsburgh Arts & Lecture series, Ottessa Moshfegh will be discussing her latest book, My Year of Rest and Relaxation on Monday, February 18, 2019. Book Club members are encouraged to attend this lecture. (MORE INFO: https://pittsburghlectures.org/lectures/ottessa-moshfegh/ TO PURCHASE TICKETS: https://pittsburghlectures.culturaldistrict.org/production/59629/ottessa-moshfegh) This lecture is one day before our discussion of the book, which will take place on Tuesday, February 19, 2019. Of course, it is not necessary to attend the lecture to discuss the book at our book club meeting.
We hope to see you all there! Below is a brief description of the book:
My Year of Rest and Relaxation, Ottessa Moshfegh's second novel, follows a recent graduate of Columbia University who majored in art history. During her senior year, both her parents died, leaving her an inheritance. Increasingly dissatisfied with and exhausted by her post-college life, she finds a psychiatrist, Dr. Tuttle, who is willing to prescribe sleeping and anti-anxiety medications. When she is fired from her job, she chooses to live off a combination of unemployment payments and her inheritance to spend a year asleep in her apartment, with occasional trips to a local bodega, and Dr. Tuttle's office, as well as the funeral of her friend Reva's mother.
From The New Yorker: “Ottessa Moshfegh is easily the most interesting contemporary American writer on the subject of being alive when being alive feels terrible. She has a freaky and pure way of accessing existential alienation, as if her mind were tapped directly into the sap of some gnarled, secret tree . . . Watching Moshfegh turn her withering attention to the gleaming absurdities of pre-9/11 New York City, an environment where everyone except the narrator seems beset with delusional optimism, horrifically carefree, feels like eating bright, slick candy—candy that might also poison you.”
From The New York Times Book Review: “Darkly comic and ultimately profound new novel. . . Moshfegh’s extraordinary prose soars as it captures her character’s re-engagement.”
From Slate: “The bravado in Moshfegh’s comprehensive darkness makes her novels both very funny and weirdly exhilarating . . . As in Eileen, Moshfegh excels here at setting up an immediately intriguing character and situation, then amplifying the freakishness to the point that some rupture feels inevitable. Her confidence never flags; hers are the novels of a writer invigoratingly immune to uncertainty and self-doubt.”