I couldn’t (and still can’t) decide if this book is bat-shit crazy nonsense or utter genius. I suspect it is probably both or at least lurking somewhere between the two extremes. It‘s that strange looking, undistinguishable lump on the plate that ends up being equal parts satisfying and suspicious.

At times I was baffled, at times I was captivated and at times I was just downright confused. A bizarre but also kind of compelling mixture of magical realism, social satire and what I can only describe as literary tomfoolery in a totally unexpected collision of the mundane and the surreal.

Did I enjoy it? I honestly can’t answer confidently one way or another. The only guarantee I can make about this book is that it’ll be totally unlike anything else you pick up this year. A literary experience if there ever was one and one that I expect will stay with me for a long time to come.

At the very least, it’ll look ever so beautiful on my shelf.