Scattershot vignettes. Psycho Nymph Exile seems to rely quite heavily on shock factor (the shock of violence, the shock of gruesome imagery, the shock of weird sex stuff) but I soon grew numb to the onslaught and it didn’t impact me as powerfully as the author had perhaps intended. Or maybe that effect was intentional – a commentary on terrible things being normalised and (re)traumatisation becoming an everyday occurrence for many. In any case I found particular concepts and descriptions compelling but wasn’t drawn in by the book as a whole. Somehow it didn’t connect with me but it also hits close to home? Strange. I’m not sure what to make of it.