Lincoln in the Bardo

I was scared to read Lincoln in the Bardo, even though I'd relished George Saunders' A Swim in a Pond in the Rain. Mind you, that book was a very different beast, a lively and insightful discussion of short stories by Russian masters. I'd heard that Lincoln was difficult, weird, experimental, incomprehensible. Google produced links like, are you intimidated to read Lincoln in the Bardo? what is the point of Lincoln in the Bardo? George Saunders explains how to read Lincoln in the Bardo... No wonder I was wary!

So actually reading Lincoln in the Bardo was a wonderful surprise. It's hugely readable, not that long, absorbing, thrilling, startling and moving -- not what I was expecting at all! It's composed of a chorus of voices, mostly of the dead, the remaining unsatisfied spirits of corpses sharing a graveyard where Lincoln's young son has been recently interred, including Lincoln's son himself. It's based on an apparently true incident where Abraham Lincoln visited the body of his son after his interment, which is terribly sad, and the book is sad, but it's also hilarious, jarring and joyful as we enter the consciousness of these ghosts and commune with them. They all, as ghosts do, have unfinished business, which is expressed physically in their distorted appearance -- perhaps floating and revolving like a compass needle, or growing extra eyes and hands, or discomfited by an enormous penis.

Lincoln in the Bardo is an extraordinary novel and I'm so glad I finally summoned up the courage to tackle it.  It was exciting to read, and I don't often get that feeling from novels anymore.