One of the first books I've DNF'd in a while. Weirdly, given my understanding of socially acceptable behaviour can be fallible and how sex-positive (I think) I am, I was really uncomfortable with the way the narrator talks about his lustful thoughts towards other men.

I'm not gonna star-rate the book, as I think that might be more about me than about the book—nor is it about Bowles's translation, which feels very era-appropriate in tone.