From the AVC review of the new Nick Hornby novel: (emphasis mine)
Hornby’s dealt with relationships unraveling against a backdrop of cultural obsession before…. they separately arrive at a reckoning where cultural curiosity forms only a partial bulwark against death.
Nobody’s with the people they wish they were with (like Peanuts!). Life is constantly shitting on all of them (like Peanuts!). And every small moment of happiness is ultimately so tiny that it only carries over for a few minutes after (like Peanuts!).
It may only be a partial one, but dangit, they’re gonna keep at it, and so am I.