A review by leftgrrl
Eleanor, or, The Rejection of the Progress of Love by Anna Moschovakis

3.0

3.5, Really think maybe I’m less a fan of the postmodern fiction genre itself than of the writer herself. Dueling narratives that became harder to keep straight, intended? The rambling philosophic theories come across as satire to me, was that also intended?
It started off well, but I felt the more I read the less I “got it” but again maybe that was the intention.
Can something be too meta, or did I just not get it, or both? I was just happy when it was over.