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I find it difficult to take seriously professional writers who write paragraphs like "Thursday came too quickly; there´s a paucity of daylight hours during a long Northern winter and the days run together like the plasmic globs in an egg timer". Come on, my poor eyes! And this is just an example, the first chapters are hard hard going, the writing is not just purple, but purple-with-glitter on top and maybe leopard print fake fur trimming it. Being very indie and alternative does not make it tolerable nor ironical, just makes it bad writing with pretensions. The writing does gets a bit (relatively) simpler and better as the book progresses. Though the dialogue is always very precious and the author obviously has an addiction for adjectives.

My other big big problem is with how shallow the book is. I do not mean shallowness of intent, on what the book is supposed to be about. This is addressed in the last chapter (pompously called coda, but hey that is the type of writer the author is) and that acknowledgment is good. She was writing a for kicks prurient account of her career as a stripper, ok I get it, like an extra long story on a racy woman´s magazine. I am not condemning her intent to write an account without philosophizing or moralizing but the fact is that by being longer than a magazine story, by having many more details and characters some more *thought* is required and that is the shallowness I meant.

Some of her thinking comes out as seriously, well lacking better words, not deep thinking. Examples, using seriously phrases like "I wished those men would stay home and hire prostitutes , rather than coming into the club and demanding high-friction dances" and the quite unbelievable (and IMO unforgivable) "I was never molested as a child, probably because I wasn´t very attractive".

Another thing which bugged me was, since she chose to speak of her private life, she is rather coy about it. No details of what exactly she was doing with a russian speaking client, no criticism of her boyfriend or the last club she worked in when surely there must have been some negative moments, when finally addressing involvement in her boyfriend´s divorce, addressing it all ironically and skipping over details. Her introspection in this book seems to be only about her motivations for stripping and nothing else, even when related. And that makes it a very limited, and I feel not very honest, reading experience.