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“Truth is the father of lies, nothing survives, nothing dies; only the wicked can afford the wise.”

At first, I thought this novel was a comedy; the first few chapters are indeed comical. This novel, however, is a tragedy of the first order, as grand as any of Shakespeare’s, and distinctly American too.

This is one of the most frustrating but rewarding, bleak but comical, books I’ve ever read.

If I hadn’t read Joyce’s Ulysses before this I don’t know if I would even try to finish this book. But similarly with Joyce, you have to read onwards, and it all starts to come into focus.

The first two chapters were hilarious. But Jethro Furber’s interior monologues are rageful, hateful, obscene. A real villain.

الله يشفيك يالراهب

Men, in my experience, are the worst disease

"Why have You made us the saddest animal?"

"What sounds would funeral speeches make in a dead ear?"