Generation Loss -- Elizabeth Hand

Quoting Library Journal on this one...so on point to how I felt about this book: 

"I didn't like this book, yet I read it compulsively. It's a dark, unpleasant, and quite beautiful experience that I highly recommend-in the same way that I recommend beef tongue tacos and Crooked Fingers*. Cass Neary is a deeply unlikable photographer about whom readers will ask, "Who is this scowling protopunk nihilist who drinks such bitter coffee all day?" With Cass, sex isn't sexy, and drugs aren't fun. Even her art is dour; she "liked dead things: the fingerless soft hand of a pheasant's wing, mouse skulls disinterred from an owl pellet, a cicada's thorax picked clean by tiny green beetles." A job brings Cass to a remote Maine island to interview a decrepit photographer. Despite Mainers' distrust of folks from "away," she manages to uncover the scoop about some missing local teens and their carefree amusements-like murder. Weirdest thing? Her story parallels Paul Simon's "You Can Call Me Al." Both Cass and Al need a photo opportunity, want a shot at redemption, and don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard. Atmosphere: Ever pet a porcupine? Junkie destruction crossed with Maine brutishness and finished with a Northeastern non-rhotic accent."