I just finished Mr g and I am quite astonished by it. It’s a whammo story, beautifully and elegantly told. Full of wit and invention and science and humor, it is a consummate performance, a true work of literary art. It is made of philosophy and science and religion and poetry and whimsy. One of the book’s finest pieces of myth-making prestidigitation is, through its first person narration by g(G)od, to make you see human life differently, to make us see our world anew. That is a wondrous thing! It reminded me, of course, of Calvino and Borges, but also of the intellectual playfulness of John Barth, especially the Barth of Chimera. Quite simply, it’s the best piece of new fiction I have read in quite a while.