
Ben Pick
Written on Sep 23, 2020
This book is not for me. The first time it became a story within a story within a story, I wanted to put the book down. The plot felt meandering and uneven, sprinting past major events only to double back and tell us what happened. The narrator spends the entire book not wanting to be there or caring about why they are doing anything. Even his stance of "in it for the money" felt shallow and unearned. I don't see how this story could be so critically acclaimed. It painted a vast world, but never dove deep enough into it as we followed a character between set pieces where he actively pisses off everyone around him.
All of my complaints pale in comparison to the number of times the narrator refers to his own dick for no other reason than to ensure it is still attached.
I was interested in the book's telling of African folklore and mythology and came away with a kaleidoscope of monsters built to pad the story's length.
All of my complaints pale in comparison to the number of times the narrator refers to his own dick for no other reason than to ensure it is still attached.
I was interested in the book's telling of African folklore and mythology and came away with a kaleidoscope of monsters built to pad the story's length.