This is a horror novel, which I don’t usually read. But my boyfriend recommended it, and he was spot-on.
I’d recommend it enthusiastically but very selectively. I would need to grok somebody fairly well before knowing whether to push it on them
The setup is artistic collaboration between a dancer and a sculptor of mobile metal creatures. Then the dancer gets into increasingly extreme self-mutilation as a form of performance…
There’s a lot about work, about collaboration, about dedication to art. It’s a book where everybody is pursuing creation rather than happiness, which is just what I need right now. And the horror-extremeness keeps the emotional engagement dialed way up. So you get a nuanced relationship between the two main characters, bouncing between love and hatred and friendship and collaboration, which is psychologically realistic while being over the top.