dnf at 46%. there isn’t a single thing i can say that the 1 and 2 star reviews haven’t already said. the narrator is so deeply unlikable that i have to commend summers for capturing the pretentiousness of a boomer/gen x cusp egomaniac. what summers did fail to do though was make a character worth reading about. dorothy calls herself a “howling void” and doubles down on her intellectual and sexual superiority, which she won’t stop force feeding her reader without a single allegorical symbol. i am more familiar with dorothy’s vagina than i am with the parts under the hood of the car i’ve owned for the last 12 years. her entire story is direct, but passed through a word salad cheese grater; because of course she needs you to know she’s an excellent author—disregard that a good author makes their books readable rather than a mental exercise in misused, antiquated language. it turns out her “howling void” is nothing more than a complete lack of personality and a somehow boring recounting of her sex life and cannibalism.