Reading this book feels like looking at a map, in that you can constantly trace movements in a linear way, but sometimes, you forget or lose track of where you're going. It's very chaotic, dark, fractured, and filled with tension. Contained here is the definition of the unreliable narrator. Acker switches between genders, sexual orientations, and tenses to create a dizzying flurry of events. The narrator wants love more than anything and will do anything to get it. Tarot readings, being with dangerous men, shoving away her important feelings regarding her parents. It all blurs together and feels like vertigo. There is no plot. What I mean by this is you spend so much time understanding what's happening in the book that you feel like everything & nothing happened at once. There is only fear and chaos. "At least a university professor really has to make a living. Language means nothing anymore anyway." "WHERE DO EMOTIONS COME FROM, ARE EMOTIONS NECESSARY, WHAT DO EMOTIONS TELL US ABOUT CONSCIOUSNESS?"