Playworld

A Novel

De: Adam Ross

Narrado por: Adam Ross

"Starting off 2025 with a novel this terrific gives me hope for the whole year."—Ron Charles, The Washington Post

"A gorgeous cat's cradle of a book . . . The swirling vapors of Holden Caulfield are present in Playworld, for sure, but also Lolita, Willy Loman, Garp."—Alexandra Jacobs, The New York Times Book Review

"Extraordinary . . . A beguiling ode to a lost era . . . Line for line the book is a revelation."—Leigh Haber, Los Angeles Times

THE NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW EDITORS' CHOICE • A big and big-hearted novel—one enthralling, transformative year in the life of a child actor coming of age in a bygone Manhattan, from the critically acclaimed author of Mr. Peanut

“In the fall of 1980, when I was fourteen, a friend of my parents named Naomi Shah fell in love with me. She was thirty-six, a mother of two, and married to a wealthy man. Like so many things that happened to me that year, it didn’t seem strange at the time.”

Griffin Hurt is in over his head. Between his role as Peter Proton on the hit TV show The Nuclear Family and the pressure of high school at New York's elite Boyd Prep—along with the increasingly compromising demands of his wrestling coach—he's teetering on the edge of collapse.

Then comes Naomi Shah, twenty-two years Griffin’s senior. Unwilling to lay his burdens on his shrink—whom he shares with his father, mother, and younger brother, Oren—Griffin soon finds himself in the back of Naomi’s Mercedes sedan, again and again, confessing all to the one person who might do him the most harm.

Less a bildungsroman than a story of miseducation, Playworld is a novel of epic proportions, bursting with laughter and heartache. Adam Ross immerses us in the life of Griffin and his loving (yet disintegrating) family while seeming to evoke the entirety of Manhattan and the ethos of an era—with Jimmy Carter on his way out and a B-list celebrity named Ronald Reagan on his way in. Surrounded by adults who embody the age’s excesses—and who seem to care little about what their children are up to—Griffin is left to himself to find the line between youth and maturity, dependence and love, acting and truly grappling with life.

©2025 Adam Ross (P)2025 Random House Audio

Reseñas de la Crítica

"Engrossing . . . Things come to a head one fateful summer as, amid personal and family tumult, the maturing Griffin begins to inhabit his most important role: himself." —The New Yorker

“Dazzling and endearing . . . Gorgeously textured and frequently very funny, [Playworld] revels in all the heady, scuzzy, confusing bits of coming of age.” —Vogue ("The Best Books of 2025")

Did not like narration

I liked this story and I can understand why an author would want to narrate his own work. But please, please hire a professional narrator for your next novel! I cannot explain why, but the author's voice/cadence or something just grated on my nerves. I almost had to quit several times but just read the book at home and only listened to it in the car. I wish I could have experienced it with a different person narrating, as I think I would have enjoyed it much more.

Tough time with narration.

Good story but the narration was off putting for me. It sounds like the clichéd affectation of a poetry reading.

Nostalgic for a Gen Xer

Well developed story, filled with elements from my childhood. Listened to the author speak at a book club. He is well spoken and kind. Was happy to support him!

Is it over yet?

I'll be quick, a mercy I wish the author has granted the reader. The book is similar to Catcher in the Rye in that nothing really happens. It's a cycle of various relationships, wrestling, and acting that go nowhere. But where Catcher in the Rye does us the kindness of being short, this book goes on forever. Having said that, it's well written. Just don't expect any of the myriad storylines to go anywhere. What really bothered me was the narration. The cadence of his voice irritated me so much I almost almost stopped listening several times. He tends to draw out his vowels at commas and periods, making him sound like a clichéd beat poet. I imagined him snapping his fingers and saying "Yeah" throughout. Drove me nuts.

Read by the autor vs being performed

Unfortunately I have to return this after 1 hour. The author is reading the text without much inflection or change of voice for different characters. His reading just doesn't hold my attention.

Fun

What a fun book . It’s just stories . I loved the references . Laugh out loud funny .

Enjoyable book marred by narration.

Adam Ross does his book no favors by narrating it himself. He has an unfortunate habit of turning simple sentences into two, three or four word phrases. It is a very annoying habit.

I didn’t want it to end

The voice the story the vocabulary were all beautiful.
I was sad when it came to the end.

Wow. A Gen X Must-Read

There are all kinds of memes out there that try to make light of what it was like to grow up in a generation whose parents famously left us to parents ourselves and get home “before the street lights came on” without bothering them too much in-between. At times, while reading, I found myself feeling nostalgic for the freedom and independence that kind of parenting style afforded us (or, as a parent myself (now), how freeing it might have been to be less entrenched in the claustrophobic parenting style we adopted when raising our own). I liked the story’s resistance of nostalgia, even though its set-design is littered with surprisingly wonderful ephemera (Charlie perfume, Members Only Jackets,—InTelevision!). But nostalgia is just memory without the pain, right? Playworld obliterates any “good old days” tropes (thank God). It seduces us into taking a peek backstage and punctuates scenes with their unfettered pain that often accompany actions in verboten spaces. I, for one, felt validated by the discomfort that never gets airtime—especially in the coming-of-age genre epic.

Ross’ book is populated with characters who emulate the complications that arise when the power dynamics of order are less defined by expectations by positions of authority (parent/child; teacher/student, coach/player; older/younger sibling; doctor/patient; president/constituent) while raising uncomfortable questions about power itself through the experiences of people who endured the fallout from switching positions. I was particularly moved by his portrayals of vulnerability; his characters regularly defied tired gender tropes of strength and weakness. Are you strong because you endure pain without bothering your parents? What does it mean for a father to rely on his children to pay his family’s rent? Doesn’t every young man secretly lust over a teacher, a friend’s mom, a mother’s friend? A disciplined athlete follows directions from his coach, but what if that coach manipulates his position for his own weaknesses? Shouldn’t a young man’s masculinity be elevated to hero level if he achieves these fantasy positions so early in his life? I loved the story’s resistance to all of these questions. And though it took a long time to write, somehow the timing of its publication seems perfect. The prose is downright gorgeous, and the imagery hits all of the senses: music (operatic to jingles), scent (the inside of a rubber suit to L’air du Temps), sight (his description of sailors’ eel-ing vomit will stay with me), touch (too many to list—the scary & the sensual), and taste—really—hunger. The denial and gorging of food left me breathless (and hungry).

This is such a big book. I’m still trying to process it. I loved the way Ross read it and marveled at his capacity to capture the intense and quiet moments with perfect tension/tenor. I know it is semi-autobiographical and often wondered what parts were difficult to read out loud; which parts may have felt righteous. I was genuinely sad when it ended, and I hope he writes a sequel—with a request that it comes out a bit sooner than Playworld did!

White Noise

This book seems to drone on and on and get nowhere. The preview makes it sound a lot more interesting than it is. Do I regret listening to it? No. It was filler. Mostly background noise with the occasional interesting aside but you soon realize the asides never go anywhere.