There are the same rompily fantastical leanings of Milk Fed’s immediate predecessor, The Pisces, about a woman’s relationship with a merman. Melissa Broder’s prose is witty, but at times so unrelentingly deadpan it is merely dead. The action comes to a head with an argument about Israel-Palestine, which feels like a cheap trick — but it leaves Rachel free to both reconcile with her mother and suck the marrow out of life.