Bianca Pasqualini

What to say, what to say. Definitely not for me. I didn't like the prose style (the one word sentences, for instance), didn't like the plot (supposedly some sort of Greek tragedy in modern times), didn't like any of the characters (a bunch of psychopaths). It was supposed to be two versions of the same marriage, told first by the husband then by the wife. But to do so, the first part (“fates”), told by the husband, felt like he was borderline cognitively impaired. Shallow and stupid. The second half, told by the wife (“furies”), felt to me as improbable and absurd. (And the dog named God didn't help it at all.)