First of all, Percival Everett can do no wrong. Well, at least when it comes to writing. Second of all, people jumping on the bandwagon just because they have seen American Fiction need to sit down. Phew. Okay. This book was amazing and I wish it could have been two hundred pages longer. The only thing missing for me was the kind of eerie weirdness that came with The Trees, for example. Not entirely sure about the plot point centering on James's connection to Huck, but fair enough. The code switching, on the other hand, was absolute all-caps GENIUS. The lesson scene, early on in the book, where James tells the kid "That is the correct incorrect grammar" just absolutely made my soul sing. And not Virginia Minstrels sing, either. Broadly, the plot seems more accessible than other Everett books, maybe in part because most of us have a built-in understanding based on expectations from Twain's narratives. The satire is less in-your-face and more somber in places, too.