“Psychological terror”?! It’s nowhere to be found. Instead we just have the boring story of a depressed woman traveling with her male FWB/husband through 1940s North Africa. She wants him, he couldn’t care less and goes to see prostitutes, meanwhile some other friend of theirs secretly desires her. What a pitiful love triangle. I’m told this book gets to some existential themes about the human condition, which normally I love (the meta-story about the girls having tea in the Sahara? That was great!) but the prose is so boring that I’m throwing in the towel now.