A review by gynocyber
The Red Tree by Caitlín R. Kiernan

2.0

an epistolary trudge thru fugue states and fallible memories ... reminded me a lot of stephen king tbh, especially the relentless intertextual referencing (aka namedropping) and obnoxiously voicey internal monologue. not rly sure what this is up to overall - it seems in large part like a way for the author to lash out at her critics. lots of grotty sex scenes as related by our miserable narrator. i kinda felt the same way about kiernan’s the drowning girl, which i dropped halfway thru