

This is one of the strangest books I‘ve ever read. It was thought-provoking and creative but parts of it just didn‘t make sense. There were some beautiful statements about grief but then a chapter about what was happening in the bardo would be in be interrupted by a chapter containing a list of footnotes relating to Lincoln, which lost the flow of the story. The gimmick of using 168 narrators, some of who only read one line, got old after a while.