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The book’s organising principle is elusive – not as clearly elucidated as in the Outline Trilogy, surely – and feels random. But it also imbues a welcome open-endedness in a wide-ranging novel which tackles abortion, death, abuse, suicide and self-hatred. These are not pleasurable things by any measure and there is little to no beauty and redemption in Cusk’s monologues. But the chief pleasure of a Cusk novel is in the quality of the eavesdropping on such taboo topics and, in this case, Parade delivers a generous and illicit transcript.
Less a study of the woman artist and more a study of how the woman artist is talked about, Parade finds Cusk at the limits of the novel and the essay, saying something truly new.