![]() Ironically, now that I’ve actually read the novel, I found that I couldn’t get enough of Selin, because she did, in fact, remind me a lot of myself when I was an underclassman, which made it an intensely warm, yet frustrating experience. I’d grown up in a protective and sheltered household, surrounded by people with a similar upbringing, and yearned for new experiences, things that would throttle me headfirst into “adulthood.” Conversely, the protagonist of Batuman’s debut novel, Selin, seemed to be the person I feared I’d become: an overly-analytical ingenue, book-smart but lacking in street smarts. ![]() ![]() For years, I put off reading Elif Batuman’s The Idiot, because I was tired of “nerds” and nerd culture. ![]()
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