I loved it halfway...because I felt I could only halfway know what was going on, as an ebook. The experience of reading it even in electronic form was electrifying but I was left feeling the need to have the hardcover in my hands, to experience the fullness, and to be able to see (and smell) its pages. So I bought it. I would not recommend it as an ebook.

Between Pilot Imposter and Delicious Foods, I'm a fan for life of James Hannaham. He makes me think. He startles me.

Seeing it as part art book, part prose poem collection, part written performance art, and part homage to Portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa, I took to this work with growing enthusiasm. The author doesn't explain his ideas which sometimes slide off into near-obsessions, but it's pretty clear that they all have at least a little to do with the modern facades which we encounter in life. That would come off as pompous but he keeps a light touch on his little snippets, bringing farce into accounts of destruction, nonsense and word play in among intelligible narrative pieces which have the beginnings of plot. There is racial tension along the way, disturbing mid-air mishaps, avant-garde visual art alongside of scenes of disaster and horror, and by the end a group of poems split up into actual lines of verse. I thought it was fresh and intriguing, other people might find this book less substantial than what they would like. One thing it did do was to make me go looking for works by poet Fernando Pessoa which he wrote under numerous pseudonyms so I could try figuring out what that was all about.

This was a delightfully weird book that I am going to struggle to describe but definitely enjoyed reading. Part poetry, part art, part hallucination (?), part meditation on mortality and competence and race. Pop an edible, pick it up and just experience it.

It's my fault for not reading the description well enough, but this wasn't a book for me. Was thinking it would have more to do with airlines and planes.