Why I am not Enjoying The Time Traveler’s Wife
So I read part of this book over my sister’s shoulder on a plane once and decided to read it. I normally stay away from most best sellers because I’m bitter and grumpy and contrarian like that. I also was sortof turned off by the whole framing of the title being the Such and so’s Wife, not something I really appreciate. (VAGUE SPOILER WARNING)
As far as it being a “such and so’s wife book” it is better than I expected. Claire, the wife, is a fairly interesting character with her own voice in the story and I think her reflecting on staying behind while her husband has “adventures” is really interesting and relateable as a woman. I’m not saying it is actually GOOD but it is better than I thought it would be.
The thing that is bugging me about this book is actually a total surprise. I find it really grating that as a couple they are just such…. Fucking…. HIPSTERS for lack of a better term. They are of course into all kinds of super awesome old music that was like so awesome at the time (and is still classic now.) And then of course they both have super awesome artsy careers, a historical librarian and a sculptor. And they have all the money they could ever want because of time travel. Plus they are just so perfectly in love and happy with eachother.
And I’m sorry, something about the combination of all that just makes me want to throw my iPod onto the third rail and watch it burn. (Except I couldn’t afford to buy new iPod, so y’know, not doing that.)
Maybe it is just my general outcastiness, but reading about two conventionally attractive white people with all the money they could want who live in Chicago and have really cool careers and never have to sacrifice anything for those careers (or their career for anything else) and do all these cool urban things and blah blah blah blah blah. FUCK YOU PEOPLE.
And they do have lots of struggles in the book, it’s not like they are describing some perfect life. The struggle they are dealing with right now, having a kid, is of so little interest to me and keeps totally grossing me out, so I think my issues with their overall coolness are being exacerbated as a result. And the whole involuntary Time Travel issue is really a major hurdle for both of them. But I still can’t get over how fucking lucky they are besides that, and the book doesn’t seem to really acknowledge that much from a “privelege” standpoint.
Or perhaps this book is bringing to light some unresolved issues I may have about my chosen path in life.
So yeah, Agree? Disagree? Am I just missing some deep philosophical meaning? Are you seeing the movie? Do I need a therapist?