Sometimes strange and unusual is Lydia Deetz in Beetlejuice. Sometimes it is a novel that has a big ambition and doesn’t get anywhere close to the mark. Intentionally difficult prose is fine with me, but I want some kind of reward for my efforts. Sadly, there wasn’t a reward in Dear Cyborgs, just endless monologues from different characters that all just happened to sound exactly the same. I expect some folks would love this work but it was very much Not For Me.