Brief synopsis: It's 1980 in NYC and three strangers lives intertwine through a mixture of art, loss, and tragedy. James is an art critic with a vivid case of synesthesia. Lucy is young and fresh to NYC trying to navigate her way through the city. Raul is an artist from Argentina trying to make it big. Each character tells their story through a series of flashbacks and regret.



Tuesday Nights in 1980 vaguely reminded me of a mixture of Rent, James Frey's Bright Shiny Morning, and Sweetbitter. This book wasn't bad, per se, but there was nothing incredibly intriguing about it, nothing that really pulled me in. I think this could be a really awesome book for some readers, but it wasn't something that I was crazy about.

The writing was fine. The story was okay. The characters had pretty okay development and background. I just didn't feel anything either way.

It was interesting to see how everyone intertwined, and there was one little kicker that I may have noticed if I'd paid more attention, but when I read it I thought "Wow! That makes sense," but also "Wow! What a twist."

This novel is a bit of a coming-of-age, finding-yourself type book, even though most of the characters are older (20s, 30s, maybe older).

Again, this book didn't particularly stand out to me, but may be a great read for a reader who enjoys this genre more than I do.