Jay McInerney, bless his heart, is 71 now. Back in '84, he was the guy writing about coke-fueled nights in Manhattan. Now, he's wrapping up his tetralogy, which sounds like a painful medical condition, about some couple whose marriage and city got 'tested' by the pandemic. Translation: rich people got inconvenienced.

Remember "Bright Lights, Big City"? Peak Boomer nonsense. Now he's writing about how hard it is to be rich and bored during lockdowns. Seriously, who cares?

This whole tetralogy thing is just Boomer navel-gazing. A bunch of whining about how the world isn't the same as it was when they were young and hip. Newsflash: it never is. Adapt or get left behind, pops.

The pandemic plot point? Please. Another excuse for these characters to whine about their artisanal sourdough starter not rising fast enough. Meanwhile, real people were losing their jobs and homes.

So, McInerney's giving us a 'commentary on the passage of time.' Translation: he's realizing he's not 25 anymore and it's hitting him hard. Welcome to the club, buddy. The rest of us have been here for a while.

It's not just a chronicle of individual lives; it's a chronicle of privileged individuals who never had to worry about anything real. Try working a shift at McDonald's during a pandemic. That's a story worth telling.

Recognized for its literary merit? Probably by the same people who think CNN is 'unbiased.' Get real. It's Boomer comfort food, nothing more.

Let's hope this tetralogy is truly over. Maybe McInerney can finally retire and leave the storytelling to people who actually have something to say about the real world. Preferably, something that doesn't involve avocado toast.

What to expect? More whining. More self-pity. More reminders that some people have it way easier than others. And probably a whole lot of virtue signaling about how 'woke' they are now.

New York City is a character? More like a caricature. A playground for the rich and famous where the rest of us just try to survive. But hey, at least it makes for good (read: boring) literature.

Thoughtful and poignant? More like tone-deaf and self-indulgent. But hey, that's just my opinion. And you know what they say about opinions...

Here's to hoping McInerney can finally fade into obscurity. The world needs fewer stories about rich people and more stories about, well, everyone else.