The Interrogative Mood is a fiction made up entirely of questions, but I had imagined that like a 'conventional' novel it was going to have a narrative. In fact it's much stranger than that and less pin-down-able. The questions are put to you, the reader, to answer, and many are thought-provoking, some are silly, some are odd enough to suggest something of the mind of the questioner. But I never really got to the bottom of what was happening, and although the overall effect was interesting (and my mind would wander back to the questions over the next few hours) I didn't end up moved.
Is a book simply made up of questions a thinking tool, an open-ended piece of poetry, or a pleasant waste of time? Possibly all three.