When a novel is blurbed as a "comic masterpiece," it has a lot to live up to. The comic masterpieces I've read can be counted on one hand: Catch-22, A Confederacy of Dunces, The Loved One, and maybe a couple more. This novel by Percival Everett hardly qualifies, as it delivered one chuckle in 230 pages and consisted mostly of a half-assed picaresque quest to, ultimately, nowhere.
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