Status Updates From Il Castello

K. shouted back, which had the unlooked-for side effect of showing the schoolmaster what happened when someone was strong enough not simply to give notice of dismissal but actually to carry it out.

It starts out clever and only occasionally boring, but by halfway it becomes boring and only occasional clever.

i’m sorry. did he just give coffee to a child? the 1920s are…

also, the school mistress scratched him on behalf of her cat? and the maids bore animal teeth and “laughed soundlessly”?

these CREEPS gotta go (or K’s gotta go). we shan’t have both.

every conversation in this book feels like i’m being gaslit. i’m trying to recount the truth, but, without periods and sharper perspectives, it’s convoluted and dizzying. maybe that’s the point? you’re supposed to feel crazy?