Until I was stopped I could not be stopped

Sky SawA couple of years ago someone highly recommended that I read Scorch Atlas by Blake Butler. Since I was a big fan of transgressive fiction I got a copy of the book which was printed in a design and format suggesting it had just been saved from the flames of an erupting volcano. I read it carefully and enjoyed the author’s experimental nature but could never be sure I was fully understanding the import of the novel.

Now I have struggled through Blake Butler’s Sky Saw and I seem to have detected a few flaws in Butler’s text. Specifically, what the fuck is he talking about?

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