Soft Lighting is written almost exclusively in the first-person singular and plural, and stages a motley of narrators (or only one) who respond to one another or who do not, and if not, I wonder whether desire for interpersonal connection withers, or excruciates. There is no setting. See if you are in it.
One of the only books that is actually experimental, in the sense that it’s trying to make a new reality, a new experience for both writer and reader, and made even better for the fact that calling it experimental, probably because of what has been called “experimental” in the past, is stupid and unnecessary.
More books should be like this book, I think. And I would like to continue training my brain to read more books like this.
There is nothing in your education or life experience that has prepared you to read this book.
It's not quite stream of consciousness, not quite inner monologue. The I pronoun speaks to itself and to other I pronouns which speak to other I pronouns etc. I find it intermittently wise, terrifying, hilarious.
It is the kind of rare book that, when I am reading it, makes me want to write my own book.