Genre fiction written by a white dude from Oxford, for sure. The way Pears writes his women in this book is pretty gross - the mathematician character is literally mentally powered by hysteria and her motherly instincts, and the teen girl ends up just supporting a male character's redemption arc. 

"What if stories were literally real life" would have been a neat 500 word prompt for a grade schooler but it's groan-worthy by the end of Arcadia.