Ice

I did not review this one on Garbage Book either after I read it.

Ice is a quasi-sci-fi dystopian novel that came out in 1967.

As I was reading it it felt almost like a novelization of a graphic novel or a cartoon. The story was kind of melodramatic and absurd; the characters were not believable or interesting. However, I found that for unknown reasons, the novel continued to sort of percolate in my cognition zone, and I seem to be aging into a weird kind of grudging respect for it.

Anna Kavan, the author, is a fascinating figure and her life may have been more interesting than her fiction.