by Jerzy Kosiński
there is nothing in this for me, so i gave myself permission not to finish it. i gave it the benefit of the doubt for just under half its length. it's not even a novel, it's just disconnected vignets, in the style of anais nin, and written from a very ugly perspective. the dust jacket alluded to cel...
Jerzy Kosinski is one of those writers who either delights me or infuriates me. I remember loving Steps but I remember little about it. I'm going to do a reread before giving it a rating...and a better review.
Choppy and disjointed. Dark. Violent. Very sexual in a dry way. Artsy. Without emotion or passion or sensuality. It was interesting.. I suppose.