hoo boy that's a lot of plot. i mean, my dude jimmy w's always favored a plot with some filigree, but here we got such a fractal web of circumstance & coincidence & campus politics & bunion surgery that yer characteristic wilcoxian interplay of frivolous dialogue and ethically grave situation gets crowded out kinda. it's particularly a bummer that the novel never really explores the comic possibilities of lou's employer "waistwatchers," a born-again version of weight watchers (!). on the other hand, lou's distress at being unable to pinpoint mrs ompala's racial/religious/class identity is rly cleverly portrayed, & you gotta love a novel that features ostrich goulash. in sum, not quiiiiiite as fire emoji 100 emoji money eyes emoji as mod baps/n gladiola/miss undine, but if you read & enjoyed those, what harm could one more do?