If savage desire dissection made Trip by unforgettable, let Pretend I'm Dead by wreck you next.
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- Deadpan humor weaponizes emotional dysfunction perfectly
- Flawed protagonist = zero redemption arcs
- Absurdist encounters stripped of romantic bullshit
- Clinical detachment meets dark observational comedy
If Trip's savage dissection of desire left you craving more unfiltered chaos, Pretend I'm Dead delivers that same deadpan brutality through a housecleaner who scrubs toilets and sabotages intimacy with equal precision. Jen Beagin wields the same clinical detachment Barrodale perfected, transforming dysfunctional hookups and existential drift into dark comedy that refuses to apologize or explain. The prose cuts quick and lands hard—no moral compass, just the grotesque thrill of watching someone fail beautifully.
This is literature for the jaded, stripping sentimentality to expose the absurd machinery of human connection. Where Trip found horror in sex, Beagin finds it everywhere, turning emotional wreckage into voyeuristic art that validates your cynicism.
The prose cuts quick and lands hard—no moral compass, just the grotesque thrill of watching someone fail beautifully.
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"a nearly perfect combination of character, plot and dialogue...one of the most enjoyable and emotionally moving novels I've read" — Jason Pettus, Goodreads
"Absolutely loved this book...fantastic characters, quirky situations, sharp and dry witty humour...quite brilliant! Highly recommended." — Ian, Goodreads
"this was funny and dark...the voice won me over completely." — Jaclyn, Goodreads
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