Thorn
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I honestly don't think that she wrote it solely as a fiction book. I'd use an example like Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance...except he did a better job. I read it more like a philosophy text and was able to make it through without too much trouble. I didn't read it like I do most fiction, pretty much a straight through thing.
Little pieces at a time.
I wouldn't call it a great work of art. But it was a brute force trauma kind of symbolism that made it slightly more bearable than some of my textbooks I had to read.
All her work was like that. I found it interesting, though, reading it in the context of her personal history and how those views, however emphatic and rudely formed, contrasted with the philosophies of the emerging society that she had escaped.