This is one of the most stunning novels I’ve ever read. I was lucky to have found it on the street recently in Berkeley. In my opinion it belongs next to One Hundred Years of Solitude and The Magic Mountain and whatever other great novels of the 20th century you might name.

Not all novels can operate well at the level of the sentence. Okri is a poet as well as a fiction writer, and that is clear from the first paragraph. I actually do not think there are more than a dozen sentences in this 500-page book that are without interest in themselves. Reading the novel feels like experiencing one long fever dream. It is that intense. Please check it out.