Holy fucking shit! That was quite a book... I just finished reading it, and it's... It's.... I don't know, It was like sifting through war movies, pulling out Inglorious Bastards, and then realizing 20 minutes in that someone switched out the Inglorious Bastards DVD for The Hurt Locker. Holy damn.
It really was quite a book. It felt allegorical, though I can't draw enough solid conclusions from it to tell what the hell it was about. I don't know what it was trying to tell me, but I can't shake the feeling that it was trying to tell me something. Maybe that's just because Flan felt a lot like me. Maybe not as horny, but I could really get into his mindset, because I have similar thoughts all the time...
Or maybe the only thing it was trying to tell me was that it wasn't an allegory, and to stop looking into it... It was just a cloud the whole time...
All I can say is, dammit, Aman, read this! Your sanity isn't worth it!