“All must be known.”
-- Dave Eggers, The Circle
WOW, there is actually no sentence that sums up this freaky, frightening, fictional company more than that.
I picked up The Circle on a layover at the Denver airport (it was between that and Pillars of the Earth, and I already had a medieval-ish series going right then). It is not marketed as a horror novel, but let me tell you. Let me just tell you.
Ok, not THAT horrifying, but absolutely terrifying in a very different way.
(It remake was the bomb, just throwing that out there.)
A rundown, if you’ll read on.
Mae Holland is offered a job at the prestigious, shiny, glittery, wonderful start-up the Circle thanks to a college friend who’s climbed high in the company. Dazed and amazed, she’s the sort of girl who does her best under praise, and believe me, there’s plenty of that at the Circle. Founded by the three wise men (the tech genius Ty, the favorite-uncle-figure Eamon, and the business shark Tom), the Circle is a deceptively utopian, but ultimately vicious new face of everything from software to health insurance. They’ll give you everything you need-- in return, they want to know everything you are, everything you’ve ever seen, everything you’ve ever done. As you read The Circle, you slowly begin to realize that there are more things in your life that you prefer to keep private than you first realized.
It’s like your entire life is now on Facebook, and there are no privacy settings. Everyone can look up anything about anyone, everyone, else.
I lost some sleep after finishing this book; readers who are a bit paranoid to begin with may want to abstain.
There are some things I want to poke at--my fear blinded me for a while, but in retrospect, I have some complaints.
First, and most important, why in hell is Kaldin interested in Mae to begin with? This plot hole didn’t seem so strange to me, at first, but by the end of the book, when you discover Kaldin’s identity, it really doesn’t make sense. I can see why Kaldin targeted Mae to help him in his ultimate goal, but he seemed to be approaching her in a romantic way from the start. Why? In a book that is otherwise airtight, this is like a pressure leak. I know all young males are supposed to be ultra-horny all the time (sexist that I am), but really. He literally could have had any number of girls, prettier girls, smarter girls, more interesting girls. Mae is very bland and malleable, which offers the unpleasant possibility that Kaldin purposely sought her out because she’d give him what he wanted--not impossible, but not in line with his character. In a symbolic way, their relationship is obvious, but this isn’t a very symbolic book. Most of The Circle is terribly clear (even the Trench discoveries). I’ll let it go, overall, but I’d be interested to hear Eggers explain further.
I’m probably just jealous, because anyone else having sex at work is just a reminder of what I could be spending my time on instead of being a responsible adult.
I’m also a little disbelieving that no one else is seeing Tom Stenton jerking off to the possibilities of world domination at his fingertips while all these dumb millennial kids are dreaming their utopian dreams. Seriously? Guy is almost a caricature of Wolf of Wall Street.
Eamon Bailey knows. He knows...
I’m not going to be able to enjoy Forrest Gump if I watch this movie, I know it...
I tell you, it’s really hard to think about this book and find things I liked. It was a good book, believe me, but it’s all just so... real...
But there are definitely goods to find. Setting aside my personal feelings of horror, the style is clean and efficient, very modern and very compatible with the clean, modern feel of the Circle campus and the premise at hand. Eggers keeps a tight clip throughout, never bogging down on too many details, and the results are a stream-lined psychological thriller.
Maybe he didn’t mean to write a psychological thriller, but it sure kept me on the edge of my seat. *coughs*
The characters were a real kick, too. In a world of cut-and-paste, Eggers brings a deliciously unpredictable cast of relatable kooks, infuriating idiots, and careful planners that mesh like Velcro.
But don’t think I didn’t catch Dr. Villalobos, Dave. Just because Mae notes that she’s too gorgeous to be a doctor, doesn’t mean you get away with it. (justkiddingyou’rehumanliketherestofusyoucanhavethisone)
And that Francis asshole! Ugh! I just want to punch him in the throat!
Preeeeeetty much like that, yeah.
Overall, I would hand The Circle to just about anyone looking for a slow-burning drift into the world of invasive monitoring. Are there people out there looking for that? Because we have it here. Right here.
Let’s put numbers to it.
7/10 Voice. Clear and concise, but not remarkable. I’d put Eggers above average in this read, but not in the ‘great’ category. Nothing masterful or artistic in his form, just exactly what it needs to be, no more.
9/10 Characters. Look, I adore the hell out of Eggers’ cast. Really! True, Ty, Eamon, and Tom are exactly what they look like, but that’s the point of the Circle: transparency. Everyone is what they seem, because you can know everything they are. The real mind-trip with all these characters is the way they react to the stark truth of each other. *shivers* But no, you can’t have 10/10 Eggers because I just don’t freaking buy Kaldin being so attracted to Mae out of literally nowhere. Humans don’t naturally magnetize to the inner beauty of others off the street. It’s not a thing--even if it was, we all get to know Mae pretty well by the end of the book... I’m not buying it.
10/10 Story. I still can’t sleep if I think about this too much before bed. I would have given anything to change the end of the book, but all of it would have been ruined if I’d gotten my wish. The entire book hurtles in terrible, traceable pattern to an inevitable end, and with THAT ONE EXCEPTION, none of it should be altered. Nothing removed. Nothing added. It’s awful and chilling and scary as an oncoming train.
Now, I better go find a princess movie to watch--before I start making designer tin-foil hats. 8.6/10 ain’t nothing to shake a stick at, if I do say so myself. Just don’t read if you’re the sort of person who looks at their laptop camera and wonders who’s looking back.
The Circle, I promise, will take away your peace of mind, my friends, but sometimes we can all use a little unease. Especially when that unease comes from a stabbing shred of truth not so deep beneath the fiction.
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