I'm not going to tell you what this novel is about because if I'd known before I read it, I wouldn't have done so. I grabbed the bookjacketless novel off the shelf at Barnard because I loved the author's previous novel.
Rest assured that while the narrator's problem is horrific, you don't hate yourself and the world at the end of it, nor does she.
If that crappy writer had been in American Lit, then Ms. Doman would have written in the margin, "Don't use the passive voice unless there's a compelling reason." I mean, "being pursued"? By whom? I had assumed that such charges would have been pursued by me, and that they still could be. But the paper was acting like I'm not even real, just grammatically implied.