A deliberately jarring and nasty novel combining stories of psychiatric institutionalisation, BDSM, Nazi concentration camps, and pop music into a headache-inducing sludge. At the core of the book, Szasz blends the lives and psychologies of two troubled young women: an abstracted version of herself (troubled, abuse survivor, obsessed with Crowded House) and a fictionalised Irma Grese (brutal, sadistic SS officer) to explore ideas of femininity, power, identity, cruelty, the banality of evil...and then the book keeps going for another two hundred pages after everything that could have been done was done. In the latter half there is more and more fixation on the Grese narrative, with extensive word-salad monologues about beauty and power and the joy of inflicting horrible cruelty upon the no-longer-human.
Maybe the exhaustion on reading page after page of Holocaust atrocities - to the point where they totally lost their sting - was a deliberate choice, to mimic Grese's total normalisation of the violence she revels in. Maybe it was just to overwhelm the reader with yet another four-page paragraph about shiny leather boots and starvation and gas chambers. I was mostly just very bored by the end, which is a shame because there is definitely something here. Elsewhere Szasz includes minor threads of alien abduction memories, child abuse, different aspects of the protagonist's personality holding forth in debates with each other, the unmooring of her identity as her family ships her around the world, alienation, horrible abuse of power. But in the last chapters I just kept thinking how sloppy and repetitive it felt, and how I wished it was half the length it is.