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Hmm, well. I really love Handler's writing (as Lemony Snicket and as himself), but this book just didn't really do it for me. It's well-written but Handler's usual humor and wordplay is notably absent. The plot is disturbing and the format experimental; neither of those things are necessarily a bad thing, for me, but this just wasn't quite my jam.
As much as I love Daniel Handler and have gotten used to his rambling, amazing prose I just didn't understand what the point of this book was.
I guess at some level, it's about family dynamics, and how things aren't always what they seem until they are. At another level, it's about dealing with trauma in the best way you know how. And then on yet another level, it's all just a huge joke with incest as it's punch line.
Any way you read it, you're going to have questions and Handler doesn't provide the answers. I