What an absolute riot this book was–when it wasn’t breaking my heart.
If you’ve ever been a fan of anything (especially a teen girl fan) and participated in fandom, you will recognize these characters and some of their behavior. The lingo, the friendships borne of obsessing over the same band/show/books/whatever, the fanfic, the love-hate relationship between you and the object of your fannish devotion–Moldavsky captures it all in prose that made me laugh hard at least once a page.
The book is comic but blackly so. The protagonist (who goes unnamed, though she tells those who ask a variety of names from 80s movies) and her three fellow fans, including her pretty and popular best friend, “accidentally” kidnap the least popular member of fictional British boy band The Ruperts (all named, you guessed it, Rupert). Things quickly spiral out of control, and the protagonist, who’s “the sensible one,” struggles to get a grip on the situation and defy her friends, about whom she realizes some unsettling things. That’s where the heartbreak comes in. She has recently lost her father, and her Ruperts obsession has clearly become her lifeline. By the end of the book she’s doubting her own sanity.
The author represents fandom lovingly and fairly, including its downsides: using fandom as a crutch, feeding on fame as a fan rather than the object of your devotion, fandom’s temporality–some day you won’t care or will be embarrassed. As a fan myself, I can’t say I was ever offended; I enjoyed the accurate portrayal and the nuances of fan interactions and feelings that the author captures so well. I love that she doesn’t define every bit of fannish jargon (e.g. “stans/stanning”), though it’s always clear from context. I love that each girl has her favorite Rupert and role as a fan in a group of fannish friends (the leader, the one with connections, the one with money and access), and that The Ruperts feel like a fully realized band and fandom, complete with a secretly gay member who’s dating a girl as a beard. Social media plays a central role, but it’s not overdone.
This book is fun and demented and worth a read even if you don’t think of yourself as particularly fannish. Best of all, it doesn’t put the girls down for being fans.
If nothing else, you will laugh hysterically at what’s in Apple’s suitcase…