In this debut novel, Sam and Eleanor are in their 20s and in love, struggling to make a life for themselves under the weight of student-loan debt, climate change and a fascistic national political culture that all seems to spell doom.
The narrator finds the humor in any situation, and serves it up with deadpan seriousness. Where there is no humor, they rant: about the secret police, the president, and human nature. They are not impartial, no, but they are crucial to keeping the book’s tone balanced between cool, distant observation and tense, passionate commentary ... Be Here to Love Me at the End of the World is an announcement that love neither conquers all nor will it insulate one from the ills of society, though it does make life observable and bearable.
Fletcher’s unusual debut novel evokes a surreal, heightened version of reality ... described in exacting detail by the narrator, whose voice and opinions often take over the novel. The digressive prose of the narrator is relentless, hyperactive, and indignantly and understandably angry at police brutality, student loans, and the many under-acknowledged horrors of American history ... Strange and glib, this is a Lynchian love story that captures the relentless ridiculousness of the contemporary moment.
... tender ... Fletcher confidently describes Sam and Eleanor’s staid domestic life with punchy, declarative lines ... It’s a style that mostly endears and occasionally grates. Still, this emotionally resonant dystopian succeeds at turning the end of the world into a new beginning.