“I often compare the act of storytelling to that process of playing cards, specifically certain poker strategies. When do you show which card? Why? What card do you keep close to your best?”
I love this analogy!
I think I would describe this as more horrific than horror as the introduction suggests.
But, damn! You get that feeling of creepiness, emptiness, and loss from page 1!
You can relate to a lot of this. Living for someone else who (literally!) taps the creative juices from you for nefarious purposes.
The misogyny kind of smacks you in the face – but then you realize it’s supposed to – that it’s part of the life he leads but shouldn’t. “She would be so lovely, if…” speaks to his own insecurities, not the shortcomings of the women around him.
I think it’s the same thing with his relationship with cats.
I’m not sure what the moral of this book is. But maybe it’s this:
When the Gerbil King tells you, “I can get you to the end safely,” don’t listen to him. He can’t.
Thanks to NetGalley and Dover Publications for a copy in return for an honest review.