Fake Accounts by Lauren Oyler
"I decided to go through my boyfriend's phone while he was asleep. I'd never really had the urge to go through another person's things before."
This Village Voice journalist has a new assignment up her sleeve, and it isn't writing about the latest show, restaurant, or celebrity sighting on Manhattan's Upper West Side.
Oh no, this one is self-assigned. Our sweet girl's latest assignment is her boyfriend, Felix.
They'd fallen for each other over Berliner Weisse in Germany just 18 months earlier. She'd had five, just enough to cause a cloudy haze and to feel that nice Berlin buzz wash over her. And there was Felix, the European sun reflecting off his naturally tanned Californian skin.
Maybe it was the booze mixed with the sun, or just the New Yorker in her, but our sweet gal plucked up the courage and emailed him the following day, not quite ready to let this one slip out of her fingers. Eighteen heated months later, and here we are, back in the city that never sleeps.
Well, one fellow is for sure sound asleep tonight. And that's Felix.
I ask you to think about this because this book made me realize how attached I am to my phone. Like, it was a huge wake-up call. I picked up my phone 3 times while I wrote that last paragraph. Our cell phones, text messages, social media cations, emojis, etc. are like this coding language that we're all expected to speak these days. It's insane.
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Born and raised in West Virginia, Lauren Oyler is an American author. She graduated from Yale University in 2012 with a degree in English. Her essays have appeared in the New Yorker, Harper's, New York Magazine's The Cut, and many other publications. Fake Accounts, which was published by Catapult in February of this year, is her debut novel.