The Fetishist

by Katherine Min

I found Katherine Min’s The Fetishist provocative in that eerie, Single White Female kind of way. It was darkly intimate, unsettling, and laced with an intensity that gets under your skin; the creepiness on some pages made me want to shower after reading them. The story navigates obsession and identity well, with a simmering tension — something that blurs the line between admiration with appropriation. While not always comfortable, it’s precisely that disquiet that gives the novel its staying power. This author doesn’t just brush against boundaries, she deliberately presses into them and leaves a mark.