The seriousness of the catalyst and crime, Sportcoat shooting a 19-year-old drug dealer in broad daylight, was played against the absurdity of the life he’s leading. I had no idea where it was headed, even as pieces began to overlap and fall together. I mean, I knew what was happening, but I didn’t understand what James McBride was trying to say. Honestly I was over halfway through Deacon King Kong wondering what it was even about. The characters are charming, fleshed-out and full of life, but initially it was hard to connect with what they were doing. It’s not particularly long or dense, but was just difficult to get back into once I put it down. This took a lot longer for me to finish than I was anticipating.
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