This is a rabbit-hole of a read, full of playful digressions that question the fabric of reality. The experience is one of artful disorientation, as we are led by the blackly humorous, misanthropic narration of self-aware narcissist Vanessa, a literary translator, through corridors of an abduction mystery intercut with philosophical meditation, product placement and holiday snapshots. A surreal trickster of a book that defies categorisation.
You will have noticed a dot in the centre of the spiral on the previous page. That dot has been impregnated, if impregnated is the word I want, with a highly concentrated dose of the most potent hallucinogenic drug on earth: LSD-75x. If you will but cut the dot out of the spiral and place it on or under your tongue, within one or two hours - depending on your body size, weight, age and your familiarity with and/or fondness for the poetry of Louise Bogan - you will find the meaning of life legible.