Found the last chapters of this book, when the author fully realizes how destructive her marriage to X has been, somewhat moving. But X herself, a mashup of artists like Patti Smith and Cindy Sherman, remains enigmatic, deliberately so I think. The dystopian context of the book to me also was unnecessary, if par for the course in so-called literary novels. For me it was a big distraction, and a major reason for my mediocre rating.