Look What You Made Me Do
British. Not “very British,” but enough shading so the background makes sense like that. Set in London against the media backdrop, the story is conflicted, and occasionally humorous — as only the Brits can do.
Thinking about the first of the novel? Old meme surfaced, “That what doesn’t kill you just gives us weird coping mechanisms, sarcasm, and a dark sense of humor.”
Just fit.
Look What You Made Me Do
Doesn’t end on an upbeat note, but there is an element at play. Then, too, the metaphor of intersection of life, art, and work?
“In other words, I did what I did for the usual reason people make art, make money, and commit crimes: because I could.” Page 179.
Passionately, cleverly plotted, and I didn’t see that coming, not at first, but deftly woven in the tale, revenge. Revenge, best served icy cold.
Who gets the last laugh?
