PositiveAsymptote...meticulously translated ... The narrator’s intimate—and sometimes rather skewed, crooked, prickly—encounters with green women are surprising ... Many encounters with green women ring false, contrived, mean. Defensive. And others yet are more passive, poisonous episodes of vapidity that prove both artful and full of guile. Green is mistrust, but green is also the narrator, herself. How do we disdain those who make us?
