The problem with this book is that it’s neither fish nor fowl. Roth is a literary writer. He’s trying to write genre fiction: alternative history. In Roth’s hands, the two don’t mix. The result is as appetizing as mixing soy sauce into coffee and trying to enjoy it. The result is foul.
Compelling story line and characters, black jazz musicians who return to the haunts of their youthful days in Nazi Europe, marred by the writer’s insistence on using an annoying form of incomprehensible slang amongst her characters