is it fiction? is it memoir? is it auto-fiction?  i'll never know.

this is a fascinating and devastating account of the aftermath of a rape and the toll that losing ownership over your story can have.  i was intrigued by his decision to tell a good chunk of the narrative through his sister's recounting of the story to her husband while he eavesdrops on them.  i think it was a super effective narrative choice that exemplified the narrator's loss of control over his life.

and the fact that this is his second book and it was published when he was 23?  disgusting.