This has been a wildy overrated novel since the day it was published some fifteen or so years ago. Powell was praised for his verbal inventiveness, but what he has here is verbal obfuscation. Exactly what is he trying to say? It is hard to tell once the reader's entangled in his verbal trap of dialect, half-baked description, and misguided rhetoric. And none of the characters, with the exception of the black cook, is memorably drawn. We really don't care what happens to any of them. Only one scene, the depiction of the boy's attending the Ali-Frazier fight, with the locals rooting on native son Joe Frazier, shows any genuine comic invention.