Eight Thoughts After Eight Episodes of Daisy Jones and the Six

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We are now 80 percent of the way through Daisy Jones and the Six, a hotly anticipated adaptation of Taylor Jenkins Reid’s novel, which imagines the interpersonal drama that makes and breaks a ‘70s superstar band. I really liked the book¹, and the set photos of the cast draped on each other — and the trailer, with its sweat and bangs and stolen and not-so-stolen glances — suggested the series had promise. But I find myself limping into the home stretch, watching more for completion’s sake than for compulsion. I’m not sure how much anyone else is loving it, either, because it seems like no one is discussing it. Is it just that Elon Musk borked Twitter so badly that it won’t show me the discourse? Is everybody covering this on the foreign tundra of TikTok, where I dare not tread? Is it a show that only one person in your friend group (me) is bothering with, so all the conversations are happening at the television and/or with the other semi-willing participants in the same house? I can’t t…