I really enjoyed this sharp, darkly funny novel of one woman's interior life. Dorothy is an adjunct professor of literature who has recently had an incomplete miscarriage. There's a bleak, grimy feel to it that brings into relief the state of precarious labour & deromanticises academia & the "life of the mind", as well as being uncompromising about what it is to have a body. It's a novel for our time, I think; disillusionment & static despair.