Dictee

As a piece of art perhaps it would work, but as a piece of literature it stands as a scathing indictment of postmodernity, in love with its own disjointed voice. Its lack of punctuation and dodging between languages and fragmented "stories" seems to purposeless expression.

As occurs in other genres of 'ecriture feminine', this text experiments rather than controls. It is a dictee, but does not dictate.

I read this book for my Asian American lit class and found it excruciating painful to read. It's certainly inventive, but that's the only positive thing I can say about it.