Les Guérillères is more a circular art installation than a book and I kind of loved it. It's more abstract than I'm used too, but the insistence on the femme was such a breath of fresh air while I trudge through the bogs of MFA reading. From page one, Les Guérillères has a sense of all encompassing wholeness to it that literary fiction always seems to be searching for.

Before you pick it up, here's some tips that prepared me for reading: (1) the "story" is told in a series of very lyrical vignettes from the POV of 3rd person omniscient narrator; (2) from what I can tell, the lack of commas/listing of synonyms is to connote that women encompass all of this, it is part of them, they are one body, etc; (3) the intrusion of names and circles is a reminder that WOMEN WOMEN WOMEN THIS IS STORY ABOUT REAL WOMEN WITH REAL NAMES (PS it is super trippy to see your own and your friends' names listed); (4) The plot functions sort of like a circle and time skips around/backtracks/fast-forwards a lot; (5) multiple generations of women live and die throughout; (6) Yes, they did eat that man. Wittig is juxtaposing stark bloodlust/battle/warfare/dystopia with the idyllic/pastoral because she is awesome; (7) It also helps to think of the book as a found feminary.

In short, Les Guérillères is a no holds barred intersectional feminist fest, and it is absolutely awesome.