Himself is a classic, feeding the reader through a multisensory smorgasbord of Irish euphemisms.
“Listen up, Netanya baby! We’re gonna throw down the mother of all shows tonight . . . Yeah, open up that hook, table ten, set ’em free . . . there you go!”
A great story transports readers to a milieu with its concomitant sights, sounds, and interesting dialogue. Ideally the plot captures our attention until the final paragraph.
“The Family Fang is the sort of perfectly idiosyncratic thing that comes along only ever so often. . . . This book should succeed spectacularly. . . .
“As with all great literary agitators, Mr. Palahniuk tests how far he can take his humor—and then pushes further. . . .