"A woman emerges from her bath ect. and steps into a mark that's bigger than all her meanings. Something like that. Something about a single sentence bringing about a cause in which a body dries itself. A little like life." - McCaffery
If I had my own copy of this I'd lend it around, just so that you could flip through it and guffaw. But my copy is from a library.
Its an engaging artifact. From its shabby cover with blurred pixels that looks far worse in person, stickers replacing pages that are out of order, and lines and columns that spiral and striate through pages in varying manners. All of this and perhaps what drove me mad the most was the complete lack of page numbers. And that's just the layout and physical form.
The text itself is minimalism meets maximalism - not far off a Canadian Joseph McElroy. Small scenes are pulled apart to the extreme and written and examined from every imaginable angle. Is it a novel, poetry, or text puzzle? I'm not sure. One can interpret it in any of these ways I suppose.