This book was written by someone who thinks alcoholism is a fun pastime and useful literary device to induce spontaneity, who has to insert a pop culture reference in every second sentence, and who seriously believes that politics is about having a the best binder with voter demographics. The politics of this book is the most smug post-political liberal brain worm bullshit I have read and the plot isn’t even that good to compensate, to the extent that it exists at all. If this is an escapist fantasy it’s an escape out of the frying pan and into the fire of bleak capitalist realism.

2 stars for cute Henry and good writing around Complicated International Relationships. I only cried once.