In 2019, Jules — an unfulfilled, twenty-eight-year-old, Brooklyn-based writer with an MFA — is lazily working for a website that creates literature study guides for high school students with short attention spans. An unwelcome extended visit from her younger sister, Poppy, aggravates their already competitive, love-hate relationship. Both sisters are very online, and very underemployed, millennials.
Jules’s love life is going no more smoothly than her professional life. In a culture in which irony serves as a substitute for emotion, she has recently broken up with her kind, long-term boyfriend. Unable to appreciate his genuine feelings for her, she is now dating a narcissist she met on a dating app.
Jules is fully immersed in social media and meme culture, and she’s working so hard to maintain her carefully curated image that she can’t remember her authentic self, if such a thing exists. Fixating on posts she despises, Jules offers a succinct description of the appeal of hate-scrolling: “The part of my brain that loves hateful things is aglow.” In the sisters’ overheated culture, everything is a pose — including their ill-considered, hypocritical political stances.
Meanwhile, their mother, who lives in Florida with their father, is espousing Messianic Judaism and buying into toxic “wellness” culture. She’s participating in multilevel marketing schemes and spouting ill-informed opinions she’s picked up from social media. The sisters’ father, a dermatologist, injects Jules’s twenty-eight-year-old face with fillers — a sign of their literally skin-deep relationship. Against their better judgment, the sisters visit their parents for a hazardous Thanksgiving dinner, which ends with Poppy calling her cousin’s wife a Nazi.
In a rare moment of insight, Jules acknowledges that she will never be a “serious thinker, a serious writer.” “It’s not that art is dead,” she explains, “it’s just that I’m not going to be one of the ones who makes it.”
Worry is set in a stressful moment in time, made even more so by the reader’s knowledge of the impending pandemic. As the title implies, the characters are angst-ridden: Jules has intense anxiety, which manifests as a fear of vomiting and unfamiliar foods. Poppy’s worry is written all over her body, in the form of frequent “flares” of hives.
Jules may not be very self-aware, but she is certainly funny, whether she realizes it or not. Although this is a bleak book, and although (or perhaps because) it stars an unlikable, emotionally stunted narrator, it has several laugh-out-loud moments.
Lauren Gilbert is Director of Public Services at the Center for Jewish History in New York City, where she manages the Lillian Goldman Reading Room and Ackman & Ziff Family Genealogy Institute and arranges and moderates online book discussions.