Originally published by Mother of Ashes Press--publisher Joe Singer is gone, but we can't let this book die! Ruth Jespersen has acquired the copies from Joe's estate. This is one of the strangest novels I have ever read. It's as if Anais Nin's love of self-display were mixed with Djuana Barnes' peculiar gentlemen callers and Ivy Compton-Burnett's conversational monomanias. Jespersen is extremely funny, idiosyncratic and bizarre. This is a novel that hinges on her fascinating and quirky self. It's the kind of work that could, and should, have a cult following. A feminist work in a sense, about a woman with an offbeat but healthy mind, always being her own inimitable self.--as
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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