I mistakenly thought this book would tell me all about the life of Valerie Solanas. (When I picked it up in the library, I didn't read the foreword, only the blurb.) It does and it doesn't. I'd say you need to know some of what actually happened going in - otherwise the prose, which is quite experimental, is feverish and nonsensical. Even then, or even if you (like me) use Google and Wikipedia liberally while reading, it kind of still is feverish and nonsensical.

The strange thing is, even when I didn't fully understand what I was reading, I was strangely compelled to keep going. I thought I'd have to drag myself through this book, but instead, I didn't want to put it down. And I did come out of it with a certain feel for Valerie as a person, or at least, the Valerie the author has fictionalised. Particularly her crudeness, how unapologetic she was in her radical ideas, the tragedy of her death alone.