It was fine, but not what I hoped for. 

There’s a tense uneasiness throughout the book that does come through. I feel as damp and humid and gross as Pinkney. There were also stretches of prose that were pretty, about the nature. 

I just really wasn’t huge on the “disturbing” elements. It was largely gross in a childish way, and there was such an emphasis on excrement, penises, and decay that I had a hard time taking it seriously. 

Pinkney is a mysoginistic, pedophilic pos, and you’re in his head the whole book. The narrator does not approve of his behavior, but it was pretty exhausting to be in that headspace for 200 pages. 

While I didn’t love most of the book, the last ~10% of the book kind of hit the notes I was looking for. So, if you can stand a nasty, pathetic little man of a main character and a theme around erectile disfunction, the ending of this book was fair. Worth all 200 pages though? Maybe not.