"the narrator outlines her semi-abusive relationship with an on-off lover, Trevor, a banker whose “favourite thing” is to “fuck my mouth while I lay on my back pretending to be asleep”. Yet in a typically discomfiting swerve, she doesn’t want our concern: “I’d choose him a million times over the hipster nerds … reading David Foster Wallace, jotting down their brilliant thoughts into a black Moleskine pocket notebook [and passing] off their insecurity as ‘sensitivity’.” “It was easy to imagine those guys masturbating to Chloë Sevigny … Trevor probably masturbated to Britney Spears.”"

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2018/jul/22/my-year-of-rest-and-relaxation-ottessa-moshfegh-review