A delicious novel and not just because of the mouthwatering descriptions of food. Chudori delves into questions of identity and belonging against the complex background of the 1965 Indonesian Civil Uprising and its consequent histories. Spanning two generations, Chudori weaves an intricate narrative with vital ingredients of love, politics and growth.

Personable, serious yet hilarious, basically everything that can be expected from W. Kamau Bell delivered in a bite-size essays ruminating on love, race, and pop culture.

Not the best Whitehead novel but also not the worst. Like the narrator Benji, Whitehead stumbles around trying to capture the precocious, middle class black boy's coming into manhood. Funny at times but could be funnier.

The first half and second half really had little to no correlation with the characters completely doing an about-face on their personalities. Nonetheless, pretty entertaining fantasy read.

Mind bender complete with charming turns of phase

A truly improbable story, though as the plucky narrator would try to prove with some math theorem not impossible at all. Told in a poetic manner, mixing science and math amid a war torn, capitalist backdrop. Last 50 pages tried to wrap things up too quickly.

Reminded me of Claudia Rankine in the way the writing is not quite prose and not quite poetry but walks the quiet road between both, mediative and hyperaware of itself.

Easy but interesting read. It's like Gucci's music, raw, honest and to the point.