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A story of intergenerational trauma (surprise!) mixed with migrant themes and magical realism and all of it is awful. It starts out promising and there’s a couple of minor highlights: the relationship between the narrator and his father is sensitively handled, as is that with his AA sponsor. But the longer the book goes on, the more overwrought writing, labored poetry album ejaculations, nonsensical plot twists and wholly unearned attempts at topical relevance take over. Some of it is shockingly bad and I’m not sure what kind of kool aid critics have been drinking to sing its praises. Performative, contrived nonsense - avoid or proceed at your own risk.