I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to use the word “kafkaesque” in a review and here it is. Wonderful and weird, this novella has excited me in a particular way I haven’t felt since high school - that awkward and wonderful feeling of being inside a person’s inner most mind. I laughed out loud. I gripped my iPad in sympathetic anxiety and suspense. I completely forgot that the author is a man and found myself reading the diary of a close female friend, someone I loved and judged, as if I really knew her.
Granted, the writing is a bit unpolished. But this unrefined quality actually adds to the intimate feeling of it all. Besides that, sometimes, on rare occasion, every once in a blue moon, the heart and soul, the raw fearless honesty, of a true work of art breaks through the imperfect skill of the artist and shines through with blinding brilliance. This is, no doubt, a perfect example of such a work. In brief, I totally loved it and anyone with any real taste for the sublime will love it too.