There are not enough powerful words to throw at this book. Deacon King Kong was a classic long before it was written. If I were James McBride, I would throw down the mic and leave the stage.
The only thing worse than finishing this novel is not having another reader right next to you, so you can grab each other and just shout some crazy gibberish for a good long while, and then roll around in the characters and the thread that binds them. Go ahead and turn back to page one and start again, because there sure as shoot nothing that’s gonna even come close to this one. I want to open a bookstore that only sells this book! Not even kidding!