Pornography meets science fiction.

Self-absorbed, self-indulged protagonists slog through their meaningless lives accented only by binges of alcohol, drugs, oral sex, and punk-art.

Hope comes only in knowing that Henry really will die and that Clare (who care nothing for …more Henry, but only for the fantasy of him during his absences) will live on in loneliness. Ugh!

Well written if the author's desire is for us to wish Henry and Clare a classic No Exit existence. BTW Dasein is seriously misunderstood in this novel. Of course, so is punk, but likely the author is just hoping nobody noticed.

To be fair, the author did not promise us characters that we would like or even care about. She delivers well on that non-promise.

Could have been reduced to a short story with no content loss. (less)