I suggest you just read it. I say that not simply to make my job of reviewing it easier than flailing around for five thousand words and coming to the same muddled conclusion anyway, but because it defies description with its Mulholland-Drive-mixed-with-a-Björk-song flair. I think you’ll pull out what you bring in. I came with directionless curiosity, and left with exactly what the staff card at the Haight’s Booksmith foretold: “feeling a bit off.”

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