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Easily the funniest book I've read this year. -GQ Masterly funny debut novel . . Erudite but never pretentious, The Idiot will make you crave more books by Batuman. -Sloane Crosley, Vanity Fair Batuman wittily and wisely captures the tribulations of a shy, cerebral teenager struggling with love, friendship, and whether to take psycholinguistics or philosophy of language . . . Batuman's writing is funny and deadpan, and Selin's observations tease out many relatable human quandaries surrounding friendship, social niceties and first love. The result: a novel that may not keep readers up late turning pages feverishly, but that will quietly amuse and provoke thought. - Huffington Post Batuman's brainy novel is leavened with humor and a heroine incapable of artifice.- People Batuman has won a Paris Review Terry Southern Prize for humor, and her book is consistently hilarious. If this is a sentimental education, it's one leavened by a great deal of mordant and delightful humor. . . . At once a cutting satire of academia, a fresh take on the epistolary novel, a poignant bildungsroman, and compelling travel literature, The Idiot'' is also a touching and spirited portrait of the artist as a hugely appealing young woman.- Boston Globe The Idiot is an impressive debut with a ridiculous amount of charm and a protagonist so relatable she's almost impossible to forget.- A.V. Club The Idiot is wonderful. Batuman, a staff writer at the New Yorker and the author of the sparkling autobiographical essay collection The Possessed (2010), has brave and original ideas about what a novel might mean and no qualms about flouting literary convention. She is endlessly beguiled by the possibilities and shortcomings of language . . . . It is a pleasure to watch Batuman render this process with the wit, sensitivity, and relish of someone who's successfully emerged on the other side of it. For all of her fascination with linguistic puzzle boxes, the author tempers her protagonist's intellectual vertigo with maturity and common sense.- Slate Beautifully written first novel...Batuman, a staff writer for the New Yorker, has an extraordinarily deft touch when it comes to sketching character...The novel fairly brims with provocative ideas about language, literature and culture. - The Associated Press A vibrant novel of ideas . . . Like her essays, Batuman's bildungsroman is a succession of droll misadventures built around chance encounters, peculiar conversations and sharp-eyed observations. Both on campus and abroad, she brings the ever-fresh perspective of a perpetual stranger in a strange land. Her deceptively simple declarative sentences are underpinned by a poker-faced sense of absurdity and humor so dry it calls for olives.- San Francisco Chronicle With her smart and deliciously comic 2010 debut, the essay collection The Possessed, Elif Batuman wrote one of the 21st century's great love letters to reading . . . It was a tour de force intellectual comedy encasing an apologia for literary obsession . . . A different - though no less tenuous - variety of possession is explored in The Idiot, Batuman's first novel . . . The book's pleasures come not from the 400-page, low-and-slow smolder of its central relationship, which can at times feel like nothing more than two repressions circling one another; rather, it is Selin herself. Acutely self-conscious but fiercely intelligent, she consistently renders a strange, mordantly funny and precisely observed world . . . Selin's is a consciousness one does not want to part with; by the end of the book, I felt as if I were in the presence of a strange, slightly detached, utterly brilliant friend. I kept thinking about the uneven quality of time, she writes, the way it was almost always so empty, and then with no warning came a few days that felt so dense and alive and real that it seemed indisputable that that was what life was, that its real nature had finally been r