Dolores is going through the motions of life when she finds a potentially marriage-ending surprise in her garage: a high-end, lifelike sex doll imbued with named Zoey.
There are a lot of places that author Sarah Crossan can go from here 鈥 when is it cheating? What makes something human or sentient? How can we define a person's value? 鈥 and 鈥淗ey, Zoey鈥 touches on them all.
But the main focus throughout the story turns out to be women鈥檚 autonomy.
The novel jumps straight into Dolores鈥 life with a rapid-fire series of first-person vignettes, a mosaic of snippets that give an overview of how we got here. Each tidbit ranges from a sentence or two to a few pages and jumps across times and places almost in a stream of consciousness, though the story never becomes lost or incoherent. The bite-size pieces make it easy to tear through, but also to stop and digest when needed.
And you will need to pause now and again.
鈥淗ey, Zoey,鈥 starts out quite funny, at least in a gallows-humor kind of way, before turning sad and then devastating. Even the premise is a bit comedic; a woman whose name is sometimes shortened to Dolly holding her husband鈥檚 sex doll, who鈥檚 name is Zoey, meaning life. (鈥淒olores,鈥 in case you鈥檙e wondering, means 鈥渟orrow鈥 鈥 buckle up.) There's Dolores matter-of-factly giving restaurants one-star reviews based solely on their lighting and music choices 鈥 like if they play too much Norah Jones 鈥 or reprimanding one of her students for drawing a sexual cartoon, after admitting to him he鈥檚 a good artist. And it's extremely British, though Dolores and her family would jump to remind you that they're Irish.
Then, after lulling you into this safe place of silly shenanigans and mundane memories, the story shifts toward morose as the introspection becomes more troubled. The subtle change like bathwater cooling is tempered so that, by the time you realize the water鈥檚 grown tepid, you鈥檙e too invested to begrudge it for the warmer, funnier bits from before.
Dolores begins talking with Zoey, who becomes a conduit for confronting her own past.
We see how her parents' relationship informed her perceptions of love and marriage. How caring for her younger sister and her baby cousin made her feel needed and connected. And as a teacher with endless students cycling through her class, she feels stagnant. Now, with Zoey, is Dolores replaceable?
As the story progresses, you begin to test your own theories of why Dolores and David鈥檚 marriage is falling apart. Her issues are so deeply buried that even Dolores doesn鈥檛 have a clue 鈥 yet.
Full of microaggressions, cultural touchpoints and self-reflection, 鈥淗ey, Zoey鈥 uses AI sentience to consider the issue of women鈥檚 autonomy from a new angle.
With a dozen other novels under Crossan's belt, it's to expected that the award-winning author's latest is a page-turner. But the real surprise and delight of 鈥淗ey, Zoey鈥 is the compelling story and captivating conversation.
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AP book reviews:
Donna Edwards, The Associated Press