this is a really smart novel, exploring race in a parallel time where elevator inspectors have great inﬂuence. i like a lot of technical aspects of the story, like the implied setting of new york city and the indeterminate time period; but i felt like i should have enjoyed it more than i did. maybe it was just the staggered ﬂashbacks in the middle of the most exciting part of the book that frustrated me—they are entirely relevant where they come in, but messed with the momentum. also Whitehead’s writing style seems almost too clever at times, borderline “funny,” but he is obviously not trying to be funny.
i might have just gotten distracted though. there are a lot of truly excellent insights in this book.