Few members of the metropolitan liberal elite would admit the 2001 movie “Bridget Jones’s Diary” was their favorite film, but if they picked up a battered copy of the 1996 novel, they’d be hard-pressed to put it down. Bridget Jones may be neurotic, absurd and mired in patriarchy, but she’s a hell of a lot more fun than any black coffee-glugging, Marx-bothering Sally Rooney heroine. That being said, there comes a time when we have to put even our most beloved mini-break enthusiasts out to... Read this story
