gone girl is about the dunnes: young, attractive newlyweds who move from new york city to nick dunne’s hometown in missouri to be closer to his family when his mom gets sick. amy dunne goes missing from their suburban home one day; the book explores what happened to amy, and who is to blame for her disappearance. flynn weaves in the unspeakable: the truth about marriage and why spouse’s expectations of each other can ultimately tear them apart. more than that, flynn describes the delicate relationship between parents and their adult children, creating a psychological thriller that goes far deeper than mystery and suspense.
“There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.”
“As I go to endless rounds of parties and bar nights, perfumed and spray and hopeful, rotating myself around the room like some dubious dessert. I go on dates with men who are nice and good-looking and smart–perfect-on-paper men who make me feel like I’m in a foreign land, trying to explain myself, trying to make myself known. Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase? ”
“Over just a few years, the old Amy, the girl of the big laugh and the easy ways, literally shed herself, a pile of skin and soul on the floor, and out stepped this new, brittle, bitter Amy. My wife was no longer my wife but a razor-wire knot daring me to unloop her, and I was not up to the job with my thick, numb, nervous fingers. Country fingers. Flyover fingers untrained in the intricate, dangerous work solving Amy.”
“And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don’t have genuine souls.”
“That night at the Brooklyn party, I was playing the girl who was in style, the girl a man like Nick wants: the Cool Girl. Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists.”