A go-for-broke work of literary comedy that successfully blends rib-tickling eccentricity with affecting and stealthily moving discourse on race, wealth, and the failures of neoliberal institutions; you’re unlikely to read anything funnier this year.
Prolific and prodigiously talented novelist Everett tells the story of a painter who will not show his wife, children, or his best friend his work in progress, made up all of shades of blue...
An elderly man pens the novel he thinks his son would write—or perhaps it's the novel his son thinks his father might write were he writing like the son—as a contractor dreams about Nat Turner imagining the life of William Styron...
A work of metafiction that targets the literary rather than the genre reader but may not fully satisfy either. [See Prepub Alert, 6/6/11.]—Lawrence Rungren, Merrimack Valley Lib. Consortium, North Andover, MA