Apparently this short experimental novel, Good Morning, Midnight, by Jean Rhys, published in 1938, temporarily ended Rhys’ writing career, the novel was so depressing. I’m here to validate that. Think Down and Out in Paris and London by Orwell but instead written by a really clinically depressed person who sees no way forward in life. She abuses herself and is abused in turn. Crappy hotels, dirty restaurants, abusive men in bars. The ending section is a long interior monologue, confused and choppy, about what seems to have been sexual assault in the hotel room in Paris. Really sad and depressing.