I picked this book up for the wrong reasons.

For some reason, I thought it would be an intergenerational tragedy (think in the vein of The God of Small Things, The Namesake, or A Thousand Splendid Suns). This is not the book I thought it was going to be. It's written a lot more like a science fiction/fantasy novel, with lots of dense prose and exposition. If you don't like that (like me) I do not suggest picking it up.

I couldn't really get into the characters. At all. Oscar is literally an incel, there's no way to move around that. The women in the book were vilified beyond belief. I understand the complexity of violence and trauma, but in this book it just piles up with no resolution. It was a drag to get through.

It should've stayed a short story.