Becca Rothfeld

Savage aperçus: Fake Accounts, by Lauren Oyler, reviewed

The scathing critic finally produces a novel of her own, centring on truth, lies and internet secrets — and, like many hotly anticipated debuts, it is only OK

Lauren Oyler. Credit: Pete Voelker 
issue 27 February 2021

Lauren Oyler is viral and vicious. A critic with a reputation for pulling no punches, she is known for delivering refreshingly sane judgments of overhyped, commercially successful books. She is not alone in her ruthlessness — there are a number of critics who are at least equally ferocious about deflating promotional balloons, among them Merve Emre and Christian Lorentzen — but she is the hater who makes the greatest waves on the internet. She specialises in skewering vapid writing that takes its cues from social media, and her 2020 take-down of Jia Tolentino’s popular essay collection was shared so many times that the London Review of Books website crashed in the aftermath. When asked in a recent profile about her enviable fearlessness, she replied: ‘We’re all adults here.’

Now, Oyler has taken the brave step of writing her own novel. Fake Accounts is narrated by a blogger who discovers that her boyfriend has been surreptitiously peddling conspiracy theories on an anonymous

‘I put it on the mantelpiece.

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