I had high expectations for this book, especially because I so enjoyed Three Women. Unfortunately, this is not comparable. Lisa Taddeo is a sharp writer, but as the reviewer from the Guardian noted, her strange descriptions are merely distracting and Joan becomes almost a farce due to her extreme pretension and over dramatization of everything. 

Content wise, the dual obsession with female rage and sex makes this come across as though Murakami and Ottessa Moshfegh collaborated. 

Overall I am left disturbed and disappointed by this melodrama.