What was Flann O’Brien smoking when he came up with the idea for this? The narrative stops making any sense whatsoever after chapter two, yet all the insanity it throws at you, especially the excerpts about some raving lunatic pseudo-scientist Shelby, are without exception so hilarious they make the work very endearing to read even if you don’t quite get what the hell is O’Brien raving about most of the time.
|Eloquent prose||Plot makes no sense so much it starts feeling random in the middle|
|Surreal, quirky atmosphere|
|Interesting, quirky characters|
|Absolutely hilarious, mind-blowing concepts, especially those accredited to the mad scientist Shelby (the earth is sausage shaped, guys)|
|Awesome ending twist|