Ashes, some memories

This book is a sloppily written story of the development of a grotesquely ridiculous personality in an also grotesquely ridiculous society.  But, at its heart, it's a story of love and hope, and it's also a story of a long staggering trek toward absolution, and thus calling it a tragedy is questionable.  So this book, like all schizoid delusional imaginings, ultimately may be only an exercise in jnana yoga.