Careless People

by Sarah Wynn-Williams

I found Careless People by Sarah Wynn‑Williams to be a self‑congratulatory slog. It is less a reckoning with power than a thinly veiled bragging and name‑dropping tour through rooms the author was eager to remind us she once occupied. The irony that she was fully complicit in the world she critiques is never meaningfully interrogated, which makes the moral stance feel hollow. Whatever insight might be buried here is drowned out by ego and anecdote, and I ultimately didn’t finish the book because I simply did not care enough to keep reading.