So many people I know love Moshfegh, and I‘ve loved some of her books, but this didn‘t do it for me. There were some great stories but I dislike prose that really insists on being gross, all about bodily fluids and smells etc. I feel like it‘s trying to be literary, honest, forthright but un always just like ‘this is exhausting. Sometimes things are nice. Some things don‘t smell. Can we have one thing that doesn‘t smell just for some variety?‘