![]() After reading such rave reviews, I feel like I *should* love this book everyone seems to think this is the best kind of reading experience - challenging, thought-provoking, illuminating, satisfying. While JSF's narrative ambition and linguistic acrobatics are impressive, this book ultimately left me cold. There's writings on the Holocaust that, like most writings on the Holocaust, fall short of their huge ambition and becomes a re-setting of easily forgettable cliches. There's the author's fiction about his family, that's somewhere between self-parody and just bad, that I feel most readers will skim or even skip. So there's more to the book than that - but it's easily forgotten. Not to mention that I have a number of Slavic friends with varying commands of English, none of whom talk remotely like this. If it sounds familiar, it's because the comedic device is about the same as that used in the old TV sitcom "Perfect Strangers." It's well-done and amusing to read for a while, but ultimately I don't think it's nearly enough to hold a book together. Several times, it's revealed that the supposed author wants him to edit scenes calling the supposed author short, or foolish things he did. ![]() He comments on Americans, their custome, and their pop culture, with a sincere but befuddled enthusiasm. ![]() The most notable aspect of the book is that a good portion of the book is narrated by a Ukrainian with an odd manner of speaking. ![]()
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