" I think it is clear that Dinaw Mengestu is brilliant and has important things to say about the American experience. But I wonder what expectations were put on him after his stunning debut, The Beautiful Things That Heaven Bears. Because at all points, this book felt forced. The central story was interesting, but this novel felt like a short story or, at most, novella that had been stretched and tortured into a 350 page novel. That does not make for a pleasant reading experience, and destroys any interest that the central narrative holds. I felt as though there was some force behind Mengestu saying, "you turn such a beautiful phrase, don't stop at one, give me ten!" This magnification of the narrative only served to highlight its issues, so instead of bonding with our narrator over shared feelings of marginalization, I began to pity him his self induced isolation. Instead of sympathizing with the myriad slights of missed social interactions, I sucked my teeth at his continued incompetence. Instead of feeling understanding for the struggles of his mother and father, I resented all of the guesswork and speculation that seemed to just bloat the air that our narrator engaged in while trying to reconstruct their journey. Rendered differently, I think this could have been quite an affecting read. And I remain sure that I will read more from Mengestu, should he supply us with it. But I remain disappointed in this effort. "
— Rashida, 1/12/2014