I think it would be challenging to dislike this novel when narrated by Matthew. He is earnest and vivacious in recounting his own words. It is better than I expected.

As far as the wisdom he imparts, his life is interesting and gripping, and sometimes this translates to something that is somewhat profound. But the problem is that when these parts go on, the privilege shines through. What I mean by that is that this is an attractive white guys journey to a tee.

It all feels a lot like a buddy telling you their story when you’re getting to know them. For better and worse this somewhat degraded what his goal for the book is. I think had it eliminated this idea of a Texas redneck-truth philosophy, the story would be better bookended and better allow the reader to come to take what they want from it, rather than him screaming out what it all means.

It’s valuable to know what he took away from these moments, but they are apart from his thesis, imo. I like him even more as a person and I like this book a lot, however.

Worse artist and the plot became more contrived and uninteresting. Rather not continue.

Fun but in a way that touches on backstory I have no idea of, and in a way that plays fun at homophobia and mental illness. Morrison always has the same artist but some issues have a sub in, which I actually preferred to the main one. All in all, pretty much what I expected from the title.

Interesting world with a desden-like tone approach: bumbling fallible protagonist humour. It worked alright but the tone isn’t my taste; rarely will a book with this kind of tone have good comedic timing and humour that appeals. Too bad, since I suspect a consistent darker tone would have really sold it for me. It’s aware enough about social aspects where Dresden falls on its face with and the way magic works seemed interesting.

Dislike the artwork style too much to go beyond the third page.