I dug Lauren Oyler’s novel Fake Accounts. She has a keen sense of the micro-interactions between people, as well as those between people and technology, and especially those between people when technology is what is between them.
I’ve been joking with friends that it reads like Bridget Jones’s Diary as if recast so as to be adapted for film by David Fincher. And the manner in which it ends feels, in a way, like a realist standoff between the Joker and a Harley Quinn.