Though I enjoyed the movie, it did not make me want to read the book, until I read that it was compared to “The Girl on the Train”, which was phenomenal. Interestingly, the book made me want to see the movie again.
I love the unreliable narrator form of storytelling, as I couldn’t tell whether the husband or the wife (or both) was a pathological liar, as we only get the story through these two. I generally don’t care for multiple points-of-view (a la Jodi Picoult), as one character’s story tends to overshadow the other, but I have to say, I enjoyed both perspectives immensely (perhaps because they were two of a kind?). Had the story simply been told only from character’s viewpoint, the book wouldn’t have been as powerful. Together, the two stories weave together to form a narrative where the truth is subjective.
“Gone Girl” is a cautionary tale of marriage—the moral of how marrying, perhaps, the wrong person, can help one become their best self. This is one of the rare books I’ve liked in which I didn’t feel any sympathy for any of the characters; it’s like a Greek tragedy with no heroes. The only person I found myself rooting for wasn’t even born yet.
Being a writer myself, I enjoy reading about those who write for a living, who actually make money doing what I love. Though I could understand how Nick felt about the state of the industry, I’m glad we live in an era where the readers vet writers, not just editors in some lofty, New York City agency. However, I must say, Amy was the real writer in this—a true architect of the imagination. She was the epitome of “Amazing Amy”.