I am not at all sure what the point of this book was, besides maybe acting as a giant hate letter aimed at the psychiatrists and gay men? The story started out with a lot of potential but then just turned into a giant trainwreck. Disappointing, to say the least. The author’s style is really good, and his dialogue was sharp. He formed characters without too much exposition (though the physical description of the protagonist in the beginning was laughably amateurish) and I had a good sense of the setting. My hopes for this were high.
But the whole thing had a weird sense of disconnection to it, and I kept waiting for a point to materialize. One never did. Plus, the blatant homophobia towards the end was sickening. It served absolutely no purpose in the story and seems to have been purely gratuitous. To top it off, the male protagonist “proves” how straight he is by having sex with his ladyfriend moments later. Insert massive amounts of side-eye here.
To be honest, this reads like the fantasy of someone who hates psychiatrists and really wants to fuck a woman on someone else’s bed. That is literally the only point I can find in this novel.