A review by kim_j_dare
Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders

3.0

One of the most peculiar (imaginative?) books I've ever experienced. I enjoyed it, and am glad I read it. I didn't love it, and I think that's largely because George Saunders's writing is to books as Picasso's images are to paintings. I can look at it, appreciate the artist's vision, and just not quite get it. A cubist version of a story of Abraham Lincoln and his grief over his son's death. Noses and ears where you least expect them. But my mind has been stretched in unexpected ways, and that's not nothing.