Hopefully this convinces more people to pick up some Percival Everett books. This is about what I'd expected from one. Tongue-in-cheek satire, but grounded in so much verisimilitude, it stretches or blends what satirical is. It borrows components from all over and is not at all concerned with genre conventions. There is a point, but it's not the only thing that converges. Relevant, witty, hilarious, sad. And as usual with him, elements of the post modern.

Fantastic stuff. Wild seeing the kid from The OC grown up. And seeing an adaptation of an Everett book plus Jeffrey Wright, as if it wouldn't be a slam dunk.