Status Updates From The Quiddity of Will Self

A promise to myself: ‘Never to fall for a book by its cover!’

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I have to read this book as part of my MA list; I am struggling. At times it is deeply hilarious, and at other times it seems to be sending up the process of writing to order and contract as a dull and monotonous affair, which, sadly, it mimics in its denouement, making it excruciating to persevere with.

This is a complex work. I am still trying to figure it out as I read.
I paused when I reached part two, because I felt like it needed a different me to read the second part. It feels like it is written with a different side of the brain to the first.

It is certainly about the complexity of sex, or is it gender?

A cautionary tale against a love of reading?
Gives me hope for the genre of my own debut (not a novel, but similar to this, as it is a satire). I'm almost at part 3 of this work, so I think I can rate it; most certainly not chick lit; cerebral in a throwaway cerebral sense; so not Homi Bhabha. I mean Will Self is cerebral in a throwaway sense too, isn't he? Isn't that what Mills means? Witty; almost deconstruction.