Dolores O'Shea has skeletons in her closet, but she wasn't prepared for the sex doll in the garage. And when she moves the sex doll into the house, her husband moves out-opening the door to a lifetime of repressed feelings and memories. Darkly funny and endlessly sharp, “Hey, Zoey” is a propulsive story of love, family, and trauma in our tech-buffered age of alienation as strange as it is familiar.
43-year-old Dolores O'Shea is logical, organized, and prepared to handle whatever comes her way. She keeps up with her job and housework, takes care of her mentally declining mother, and remains close with her old friends and her younger sister who's moved to New York. Though her marriage with David, an anesthesiologist, isn't what is used to be, nothing can quite prepare her for Zoey, the $8,000 AI sex doll that David has secretly purchased and stuffed away in the garage. At first, Zoey sparks an uncharacteristically strong violence in Dolores, whose entire life is suddenly cast in doubt.
But then, Dolores and Zoey start to talk...and what surfaces runs deeper than Dolores could have ever expected, with consequences for all of the relationships in her life, especially her relationship to herself. Provocative, brilliant, and tender, “Hey, Zoey” is an electrifying new novel about the painful truths of modern-day connection and the complicated and unexpected forms that love can take in a lifetime.
