This book is absolutely not for everyone. It is a dark, weird, non-linear, nonsensical story. If you have ever suffered from panic attacks, depression, paranoia, and/or psychosis, especially if you deal with these feelings through art, I would check it out. It is from the perspective (or perspectives depending on how you read it) of someone who is extremely mentally ill and high off his ass and it does a truly impressive job of confusing it's audience about reality. Everything seems to kind of make sense until you think about and then it makes no sense at all. Hedayat manages to convey so many complicated feelings so clearly decades (1930s) before those diagnoses were common knowledge. There are so many good quotes in here.

(TW: for implied sexual assault and pedophilia, I shouldn't have to say this but the main character is fucking awful)