Well, I was forewarned this was edgy. Our heroine, Ms. Neary, is almost unlikable.
The book is described as a mystery, but it is not presented as a mystery. Nor does the NYC hard drinking, pill-popping, post-middle-aged, bookstore stockroom clerk, briefly famous (in her 20's) photographer go looking for one.
Everyone in the book is damaged. Not as damaged as everyone in "The Panopticon", but damaged. Particularly Cass Neary.
I was drawn in by the writing and whether Ms. Neary would self-destruct as she chases amphetamines with Jack Daniels from a pint bottle.