A review by litsirk
Ticknor by Sheila Heti

4.0

You have to be in the right mood for this one, that's for sure. When I first started it, was in the wrong mood, and couldn't manage more than a few pages of Heti's gauntlet-throwing variable second-person subjects (sometimes "you" for the narrator himself, talking to himself, sometimes "you" for the narrator speaking in his mind to the not-present subject of his obsession, Prescott).

Anyway, took it up again, started from beginning, was in the right mood somehow, and loved it. Loved. Ticknor is the worst in all of us, Prescott the kind of person you want to be, love, and tend to hate all at the same time.