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Back to the strangely fascinating slog that is this indecipherable novel. Why do I continue to read it? Beats me. But there’s something here that won’t quite permit me to quit. The satiric tone? The phantasmagoria of events that swim from period to period? The savage depiction of bleak Soviet life? No. Well, yes.

A fascinating study of a man trying to squelch the accusations of rape against him. All of it taking place in the highly esteemed literary circle that transverses Britain and the US. It’s composed in the elegant prose style that I find irresistible.

Madcap surrealism run amok. Utterly baffling and yet entertaining as hell. It’s a crazed portrait of a man with a psyche severed into several different personae. But it feels like each page is dripping with acid. The LSD kind. But also the battery kind.