Gerhard van Niekerk

A very long stretched out narrative of abuse inflicted and self inflicted over and over and over again and again. Obviously written in a currently popular narrative so that it would sell more than a million copies. The writer obviously has no depth in to her subject and you always felt it’s a women writing about men, an outsider writing about abuse where true brilliance lies in the fact that the writer is so submerged in the subject matter that the author is of no consequence. Hope the money was good because as literature it will not be remembered.