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4.5, impeccably written and sold to me as “kinda like Moshfegh, but much less obnoxious,�� which is true in all the best ways: our narrator is not likeable nor fortunate, and is keeping beneath her skin a coin and skein of secrets that we only partially unravel over the course of the text. It was interesting �� interesting enough to read in one sitting! �� to follow her through New York and Paris and Palestine, engaging in various cons in an attempt to scrub herself clean of semi-known contamination. The vignette form was effective in telling a a spatiotemporally displaced story, though I wish some parts (particularly those in the school and with her non-Trenchcoat lovers) had been longer and more fleshed out, as these were great sites of character and plot development.