RIPE

Cassie is just like many other women in Silicon Valley: She works hard, lives alone, and has few relationships that matter.

Cassie is also, perhaps, nothing like other women, because an actual black hole hovers over her, growing and shrinking and shimmering, matching her anxieties and moods. Through these contradictions, Etter has created a surreal landscape gradually building in bleakness. The first-person narrative follows Cassie as she struggles to perform at her startup's ruthless pace; she burns out regularly and does cocaine to keep up. Her precious hours outside work are spent in the company of friends who barely care about her or in pursuit of a man who, because of his existing girlfriend, refuses to be involved with Cassie beyond their intensely erotic dates. Set just as the Covid pandemic is beginning, the book evocatively depicts Cassie’s anxieties—about her precarious employment, rising rent, and a possible unplanned pregnancy. As in her Shirley Jackson Award–winning first novel, The Book of X (2019), Etter builds a lush and decaying landscape around a woman with an impossible affliction, but as the novel progresses it becomes clear that dead-end labor in a toxic workplace is even crueler to Cassie than the space-time collapse of a black hole following her around. Presenting a cross between the cruel relationships in Mona Awad’s Bunny, the painful work conditions in Raven Leilani’s Luster, and the unethical tech-industry practices in Anna Wiener’s Uncanny Valley, this novel reveals seemingly ordinary terrors. Etter's prose is spare: The story is told through short narrative sections interspersed with sections starting with a word and its definition (for instance, sex, work, and Salisbury steak) in which Cassie describes a memory through an idea or an object, as well as lists and notes. While the novel unfolds slowly, the violence and intensity of Etter’s style (as well as its calculated silences and pauses) produce a horror that lingers long after the story has ended. As Cassie says, “The truth of the world bares itself when the tide goes down: devoured, used, rotting.”

A lurid, tense, and compelling novel.