This is the diary of a 21-year old call girl. Although she goes by several names because of her profession, her real name—one she hardly ever goes by— is Ripley Luna.
“My personal Tarot card would have to be the Joker arrayed upside down. That signifies ill-advised risks, foolishness, rash choices, impulsiveness, and instability.” (21)
Story is a well-written account of a girl’s emotional tolls and detachments. Witty and insightful, it briefly encapsulates her childhood, her dreams, her clients, and her therapy sessions, examining the root for why she turned out the way she did.
“I am, in this state of complete undress, not even makeup applied, a tabula rasa, a blank slate, a plastic girl capable of being molded into whatever whim or fancy a man may have.” (66)
One thing that was unsettling was the shift to the doctor’s POV in the third person. Why would we need to get his story when this was supposed to be about the call girl? Plus, it didn’t really go well with the writing flow of a diary format, which encompasses the bulk of the story. There were also a lot of references to mythology and other rambling notions, some of which was nonsensical in some ways but was somewhat fitting in others. Sometimes it seemed that Ripley was just making various innocuous observations, which felt like her way of questioning her life and her very existence. She was very pensive indeed.
Ripley’s story was wisely candid and full of dark retrospect. I found some of her philosophical views to be interesting, but, at times, she’d often veered into lengthy non-sequiturs, which was rather daunting.
Overall, this was a fairly good read, one that can make you think and that you might be able to enjoy.
My rating: 3.5 stars
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