Book review: Unspeakable Home by Ismet Prcic

It seems a little uncharitable towards a book in which the professedly at-least-semi-autobiographical narrator uses writing, and is using this writing specifically, as a kind of coping mechanism for PTSD, alcoholism and the pain of divorce, to criticise the book for being overwhelmed by self-pity. But it is. My word, it is. I suspect there is a category of reader for whom Unspeakable Home might come across as raw and authentic and tortured and other such trendy adjectives. The best adjective I could come up with for it...