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Ugh, people her own age. Why couldn't she have written about someone more relevant and vital, like a professor in a redbrick university, who embarks on a love affair which brings back memories of his distant youth.
Books should be about MAJOR interactions of people who don't mention texting because maybe they live in caves and don't know what phones are even. But there's a university in the cave. And one of the cave profs fucks a precocious young cave student. This reminds him of youth and- 
Look buddy, if you handed any of the characters in MY book a phone, they'd probably try and eat it or fuck it is what I'm saying. And then start a doomed affair with it. Which ends up reminding them of the days when the cave was, well, it was a young cave once. During the war.
I'm sure you wanted more Snapgrams and jibjabs in my book "Aristotle's Cardigan" but maybe I was a BIT too busy articulating the exquisite tension between an upper-middle-class theatre director and her husband, a slightly *more* upper-middle-class creative writing teacher.
To be clear, you can write very good and fine novels about all those things - especially the cave university I'd imagine - but to take issue with an author BECAUSE they write about THE PRESENT MOMENT WE LIVE IN, you will sound out-of-touch and patronising.
