For me, this was neither a clean nor a tidy book. The narrative is filled with many sudden twists and turns, and quite frankly, I fell off a few cliffs along the way. Sure, there are a few things and minor details I would have loved to have seen elucidated by the end. I would have appreciated receiving answers to questions I have about what really happened -- just who WAS he, then? But there is something Bigger at hand here, and I, gratefully, was able to accept it.
For those who demand a coherent, chronological plot, expect every loose end to be knotted by the last page, well . . . perhaps you skip this one. If you are thinking to yourself "Well, I really enjoyed Big Fish," and it is on that affection alone that you go into Mr. Sebastian and the Negro Magician, I fear you may be disappointed. This book is not Big Fish. An obvious observation, I know, but after reading so many reviews wherein the main complaint is this book is not Big Fish, I would be remiss if I didn't mention it here, one time, in my review. So. Can you let go of your confusion in exchange for compelling characters and stunning precision of language and evocative, heart-stirring sentences? If it is in your disposition to accept a book for what it is and release prior conceived notions, I think you will really enjoy this.
Now, it's very possible Daniel Wallace wrapped up his gorgeous story with a big red bow, and I just didn't see it. But the beauty of it all is that in writing a complex, surreal, devastatingly human story, I care very little about the big red bow. The answers are less important than the journey one takes to reach them, I think. I feel like I have traveled; through people, through time, through worlds of emotion. This book touched me, made me feel, which is really all that I ask from a book.
Brilliant writing, Daniel, thank you!