A twisty, repetitive, lost-in-her-own-thoughts maelstrom of a book. Basically, it can all be summed up with a quote straight from the book:
your writing is so unbelievable, intelligent, muddled, but always luminous, accessible, direct, physical. Your readers don’t understand a thing and they understand everything. It’s intimate, personal, shameless, autobiographical, and universal.
But it’s harrowing subject matter — the dissolution of a relationship takes up maybe the first three quarters of the book, then the last quarter details of Angot’s (or a fictional version of Angot, it is purposefully unclear) incestuous relationship with her father, but all trapped in spiraling thoughts. I often get trapped in my own spiraling thoughts with no way out too. Yay for not feeling so alone, even if the subject matter isn’t about me at all. Overthinking writers of the world — unite!
Incest by Christine Angot went on sale November 7, 2017.
I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.