I love the controversy around the title of this book. I love it because it points out the exact reason I presume Ranalli wrote it. She has taken the well-worn tropes of violent sexual assault, random violence, and abject cruelty toward women in horror stories, and flipped it over like a mossy rock to see what's underneath. More than once, I found myself looking at the extreme violence on the page, perpetrated (mostly) on men, and thought "Jesus, why? So arbitrary! Pointless!" and that is exactly the point. Why is it so weird when these things happen to a man, as perpetrated by a woman, in this kind of fiction? That's a question worth asking, and exploring our desensitized nature seems to be the point of this stunning, wet, sticky story of revenge and all out war between the sexes.
I did think it was going to go to a slightly different place, which I was excited about, and I suppose that is my reason for 4 stars. Without spoiling anything, there are subtle nods here to the reason all this violence is suddenly sparking, and it seems to indicate that a certain personal device and our constant vigilance over its use might be assisting the spiraling psychopathy. I would have loved to see that plotline develop more, as I thought there was some glorious satire about our 24/7 plugged in status there as well, but it remained a subtle nod and wasn't made too explicit.
It's hard to call this book "fun," exactly, but for a certain reader, it definitely is, and of course it's all sewn together by Gina Ranalli's propulsive and gutsy style. That alone makes it worth checking out. Plus, reading a book like this on the subway is bound to start a conversation or two.
P.S. If you're a dude offended by the the title and want to write "Not all men!" or some other MRA BS as a review, you're exactly who this book is really about.