A review by pedrodolto
Days Between Stations by Steve Erickson

2.0

I first read Erickson's Zeroville and absolutely loved it. I decided to keep digging throughout his work and picked up Days Between Stations. I was quite pleased when I noticed some of the things I enjoyed the most from Zeroville carried over: the enticing, sharp, fast paced -almost feverish like- writing and a flooding love, deep knowledge and fascination for movies and everything they stand for. Sadly, the suspicious depictions of women that haunted Zeroville not only carried over, but grew and presented themselves in a clear manner. Every sex scene felt like an incel fantasy, abrasively masculine in its narration and perspective, leaving a violent, uncomfortable feeling that threw me off a book I was set on enjoying.