This book has many of the hallmarks of the postmodern novel: very long, multiple storylines, grotesque concepts softened by absurdist context.

It deviates from the theme, however, in that it is an extremely easy book to read. You need to push in order to make it through 700 pages, sure, but the sentence structure or the vocabulary are all extremely straightforward.

I read most of my books on my iPad these days, but I bought this as a physical book so I could have something to read by the pool. I was absolutely thrilled with it: it’s light, it’s hilarious, and it’s easy to put down and pick back up. It engages you without demanding you pay deep attention.

A fun read, but not a “must read”. There’s not moral, no argument being made, and there’s a refreshing lack of commentary on the lack of moral/argument. It’s just fun.

My one complaint is that it’s 200 pages too long. Like a Charlie Kaufman movie: it’s super fun and introduces fun new concepts, but by the end they’ve been beat to death and I’m begging for it to be over.