This book kept my wife up at night because I couldn’t stop laughing. Even after I put it down and turned out the lights I couldn’t stop. I’d be laying there, convulsing and shaking the bed as I tried to stop thinking about what I’d just read. Nagel’s comedic timing is impeccable. And then out of nowhere he’ll land a hard combination that knocks me on my ass. Or the joke isn’t so much a joke but a sad truth I also see in myself. I love it when I’m reminded that the dumb things I do aren’t really very special, because we all do dumb things, and don’t know as much as we’d like to think we do. About anything, really.
Not sure what I can tell you this book is about—and that’s what I like about it—but some of the subjects that bring this novel together include family legends, drinking, mayflies, junebugs, beef ham, hangovers, changing air filters, and not knowing much of anything.
If comparisons to well-known writers guide you then I’d say this book reminds me of Vonnegut.