reading this novella felt like reading a genuine piece of literature - artistic, creative, meaning hidden beneath a surface layer that is challenging to access. i read it as commentary on women under the male gaze, on (predatory) female desire, and on established gender structures (in form of their partial reversal and partial upholding). the strangely removed but simultaneously intimate narrative style suited this thematic storytelling well. some of the novella was quite vulgar, and i am uncertain whether this was intentional commentary or simply weird word choice (and i suppose my judgement of the book hinges on this distinction quite a bit, which is why i am unsure of what to think and say about it). the somewhat fragmentary writing, the many jumps and breaks and the inaccessibility of the characters did make the text somewhat difficult to connect with. the only thing i am sure of is that this is literature in a form which is rather unusual and which speaks to me even though it is sometimes challenging to access.