A book whose influence I respect more so than I enjoyed reading it itself. With prose like the cut-up beat generation to come decades after, this is a bizarre allegory or war and the author as murderer. Though way more abstract and therefore disjointed compared to “Sleepers Awake”, it’s a hell of a book whose actual prose might be more attractive than any of its discursive content. Also interesting to read a book written during WWII but before the USA’s declarations of war. Beware of 1930s/1940s views on women, even if the violence “is the point” - it’s still its own host of problems.