Book Review: 'Diary of an Emotional Idiot'
Although the narrator of this debut novel starts out as a moldy Gen-X cliché — a junkie punk named Zoe who protests her anomie a little too loudly — she quickly takes shape as a winningly cynical survivor. Zoe inhabits a New York underworld of drugs and clubs, vacations in Morocco, and does a post-rehab stint in Colorado, chronicling her many boyfriends along the way — from ”Satan,” a rich sculptor who left ”little cloven hoof marks” on her heart, to Timmy, ”my first foray into cute simple boys who don’t really torture you.” Despite its dodgy start and so-what conclusion, this is an endearingly sardonic rant about romantic bewilderment. B+
Diary of an Emotional Idiot