Frisk is an unrelenting novel, one where the depravity of humanity is exposed like a well-kept and filthy secret. i have never, ever had such a nauseated response to a novel as i did to this one. this book is definitely not for squeamish readers--every page is swollen with descriptions of bodily fluids, sex acts, and violence that made me repeatedly squirm with discomfort. there are no reprieves.

but Frisk is not just a grotesque story. it is also a deep look into intimacy and what it means to truly know another human being, what is necessary to feel a true sense of understanding with another. the novel is disjointed yet paradoxically united in a way that made me feel as though i was floating through the consciousnesses of the characters, bouncing between them one by one until i reached the end of their story. it was wonderful... and, uh, pretty gross.