The immediate beginning pulled me in. Then I fell asleep while reading. Then I decided to keep trying since the writing was good, although verbose. And I was curious about why some write about awful people. I never found out.

The ending brought closure, but I was too exhausted to feel catharsis. If others like her style of writing, which actually felt similar to the old white men like Bellow and Updike, I bet they'd love this book.