Magical fruit and weed in a mythical town. It’s all right here. I’m laughing. A lot. Much here to laugh about and think about. My biggest shock was discovering the author is not a stand up comedian.

And unmatched.

Smart and hilarious! Haven’t had this much fun reading a book in a while!

I give this book credit for living up to its title. The author masterfully uses the stereotypical philosopher-poet assimilationist rhetoric to apply narrowly constructed majority-culture definitions to arrogantly describe ways of being external to its own constructed reality.

Couldn’t get into it. It was neither funny or witty.

I wish I knew what the Man Booker readers saw. The subtext of every line is, “This is very important satire.” [eye roll emoji.” Wack. I couldn’t finish it. If the last 50 pages somehow make it all worthwhile, I’ll just live with having missed out on the magic.

Based on some of the other reviews, it is clear that this book isn’t for everyone. I, however, loved it. Being of an age where I remember many racist shows (Our gang, Looney Tunes, Tom and Jerry) being broadcast to the masses, his take on how that affected our collective psyche completely engaged me. I found the seriousness of the topic lightened by his sense of humor, and it kept me going throughout the novel.

Unable to follow any type of storyline. This may appeal to some, but I just didn’t “get it”

The author has an amazing facility with language. Some of his sentences crackle with energy and humor. But the story itself doesn't hold my attention and in the end it doesn't hold together as a novel.

Dumping core!