This book just really wasn't working for me. The sentences are like ten miles long, and even when used to achieve a breathless, paranoid effect, the language isn't clever enough to pull it off (possibly an effect of it being a translation?). It feels like it's cheating in that sense. I'm bored of novels who rely on violence (and, more specifically, sexual violence toward women) to work. It's not "artistic" anymore. Pick something else. Do something original. God, it's boring.

There were very few things in this book I liked. It wasn't horrible, really, but I thought it was pretty unremarkable.