I liked the alienating and distant style at first, how ‘objective’ it is; there’s zero description of what the main character is feeling—just emotionless all along. That said, the only part of the book I like is how it shows the apathy born within, where people fail to connect with one another. But then it got weird towards the end. I find the whole “the rapist didn’t do anything wrong, it’s the society that pushed him to do it” implication weird as hell. For me, at least, there’s no other way to interpret what the writer is trying to convey.