Digging deeper into the 90s FC2 Black Ice catalog. This wasn't specifically a Black Ice book, but other work from Mazza around that time was, and I wanted to start with a novel. The result: too narratively had to pin down to become boring, but also too seemingly haphazard to really become involving either. A narrator, unable to recall elements of her own life, recounts interleaved episodes from her lover's instead. Without this format, it could almost be collection of stories anyway, since various life episodes stand nearly alone here, and for a while I wondered why this was a novel, a narrative, a congruent set of material suggested to be one story. Then a slight-of-hand of perspective that I've never seen done anywhere else reveals late purpose and cohesion, an admirable shift. On the other hand, this has a completely miserable climax that nonetheless didn't cause me to feel much of anything for any of the people involved, which doesn't seem like a total success either.