After the Pool, 2021 by Zoey Frank (b. 1987)
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Biblioklept 
As abstract expressionism as writing gets. Or maybe pointillism is closer to precision–except pointillism ultimately reveals a subject, while this portrayal of TFoTHoU conceals. Or reduces it to nihilistic nonsense. Ultimate symbolism.
Or the equivalent of staring at one’s navel–if one’s navel told the microcosm story for the body. Which, except in perhaps an extremely rare case, it doesn’t.
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