What on earth did I just read?
I enjoyed many of the "field notes" diary entries, especially the one about Banky. The rest of the book is just confusing, overly scholarly, and downright rambling. The author herself mentioned that at times she considered writing a fictional work and stray from the academic portion of the book. Judging by the last section of the book (where she inserts herself plus was able to use all the field notes that did not make it into the book, ::rolls eyes emoji::) it is a good thing she did not do that. What a chore this was to get through. I never thought I would find a book that talks about Karl Marx's home life (mildly interesting), along with jokes about sitting on a toilet. I also hope to never hear the term "dead pawn" again.