This book is full of such incomprehensible emotion and behaviour that my instinctive reaction is to suppress any acknowledgement of it. I battled with this through the entire book, and came to loathe everything that the protagonist was.
Her disaffection to the world, her warped perspectives of those around her, and the absence of any awareness of life beyond that which affects herself was so totally repugnant, I was impressed that such a character could be written. It exists in a dimension I could not have conceived before reading the book.
Notwithstanding that, it was an easy and educational read. The narrative trundles along, and even when things are happening, it feels like they aren't. Such is the skill of the writer.
Toward the end, the structure breaks down and becomes a bit of a mess to read, much in the way that the last chapters of The Great Gatsby become a little sloshy. Time passes madly. The reader has to work to stay in tune. The author is clearly sick of writing and needs to wrap it up.
Perhaps it was a flaw in my edition that the spacing of paragraphs was poor.
Though not enjoyable, the book itself was not totally abhorrent. Read it to have read it, rather than to be reading it.
