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In "Insane City" the classic “doors problem” of farce is handled with masterful precision (there’s 78 chapters in 341 pages) though in a more metaphorical than literal sense. Barry never once loses his sense of timing or rhythm.
The cuts between the Haitian mother’s deeply emotional POV and other character’s shallower thinking can be jarring, but they work within the larger scheme of the novel. The jumps to Trevor, the orangutan narrator, are consistently hilarious.
However, as Seth’s relationship with another character (who shall remain nameless so nothing is spoiled) develops it becomes clear where all this action is heading. As soon as they share a significant moment, we see the end of the novel. That’s not to say the ride wasn’t enjoyable, just that it lost the element of surprise pretty early. A lot of the big emotional revelations lost their hitting power after I saw them coming. But, then again, I came here to laugh, not to have my heartstrings played.
Barry remains a master of humor. He’s assembled a supporting cast of odd characters that could be found nowhere else but Miami. I especially loved the shout-out to his Peter Pan prequels with the two bodyguards nicknamed “The Tinkerbells” for their ability to make their enemies fly…. for a moment or two from the tops of buildings.
“Insane City” is wildly entertaining book. I ripped through it, and by the end I was exhausted. It might not be the next great American novel, but it made me laugh, which I'm pretty sure it was supposed to do.
Ben Frederick is a Contributor to The Christian Science Monitor