Hedayat hated beautifully constructed writing, he claimed to be tired of it all, he also only writes for what he calls "his shadow on the wall" and has little care for anyone else reading, he was not a book seller and blind owl is not only an incredibly uncomfortable story but also an uncomfortable read. I pity those who look for the next "masterpiece" to read and come across this book, the only reason people call this a masterpiece is a lack of a better word.
I don't believe this book is a must read, I don't even believe there is anything specific to learn from this book, this book is like an acid trip, a weird one, if you're open to experiences and perspectives and want to feel strong emotions that you might no be able to name, this is for you. If you're curious beyond yourself, this is for you.