Status Updates From The Impersonal Adventure

This novel becomes more and more claustrophobic, in a social sense, as it goes along. Questions of personal identity vis-a-vis other's expectations and the expectations of society at large are at the forefront. This might be the greatest gaslighting story ever told?

Weird like De Chirico painting weird.

There are brush-strokes of Hitchcock and David Lynch on this canvas. It's not their landscape, but their hands have been on the canvas in some anachronistic act of directorship.

Is this a bald femme fatale who converses with Squint? What's going on here? I'm guessing it's nothing like what the narrator thinks it is.