Who knew that experimental literary fiction could give you belly laughs? Well, Lincoln in the Bardo is one of the funniest and most raucous books I have ever read, of any genre. It is also many other things as well — but I think that its humour was the greatest surprise for me, especially given that the principle focus of the novel, outwardly at least, is death. Do you see what I did there? I explained how a novel that you might think would be artistically elitist actually turns out not to be using academically elitist language.