Occasionally, Borsook creates sentences so convoluted, so full of acronyms and nonalphabetic symbols, that the ghost of Henry James himself would find difficulty in extracting their meaning. One feature that appears on practically every page, standing out like the proverbial fish in the milk pail, is long strings of words concatenated by slashes or dashes. I suppose this is a kind of forced compactification of ideas, an attempt to express in one neologism what the English language lacks by way of a terse description for many current multidimensional, polychromatic, digital experiences. It's algorithmic insofar as it sets up standardized life categories. Special terminologies and arcane acronyms of the business salt and pepper her pages.
Language reflects life.
Except tangentially, Borsook reveals little of her own life. She's a bit of a misanthrope. She twists her knife into well-known cyber personalities. It's not clear whom Borsook respects. But fundamentally, she has a good heart, an eye for what is phony or wicked, for which we can be thankful, and she loves humanity generically.