The book is some excellent merits to it, as well as some interesting (and I believe purposeful detractions). A ghostly, choral affair that deals with death, life, love and loss, in many different forms and walks of life. The plot is minutely simple but the characters are rich with life (irony) although much of that richness and life is not to be found in the words on the pages, rather the allusions to fuller lived experiences, and things to come. 

Truly, Lincoln in the Bardo is:  The Journey and Not the Destination: A Novel. Again, The Bardo itself being the main character is a place, but not a destination. Lots to play around with in this experimental novel, and at times it reaches exceedingly great heights, and at others it struggles to get where it's going - again, that could be seen as purposeful, but for me it stumbled a few times in trying.