The book was originally to be called Who Cares, and perhaps that title should have been retained. Who cares, really, about any of this? ... Already dated, even before its release ... Oyler is contemptuous of disagreement, quickly bores of research, and rigidly attempts to control the reader’s responses. As a result, the writing is cramped, brittle ... No Judgment displays many of the flaws Oyler once so forcefully identified in others. To begin with, it is often hard to tell what she is trying to say ... Oyler doesn’t want to be a writer of personal essays; she wants to be an erudite critic of the old school. But again and again, she drifts toward personal recriminations and eschews any sustained discussion of literature ... The resulting collection reads like a juvenile burn book, totally uninterested in the world outside her group chat.
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