The chapters told from Parrot's point of view were much more engaging, right from the beginning. I'm sure part of this is because the former's voice was really rather annoying - indirect, inane, and self-absorbed. This was clearly deliberate on Carey's part, and did a good job of establishing Olivier as a character, but I didn't like him, and I didn't find him funny or interesting enough to outweigh disliking his character. Parrot has a more straightforward and broadly comic voice that I dealt with better, and the Dickensian adventures that shape his cynical adult personality are fun to watch unfold.
Olivier becomes funnier and more likeable towards the end (not coincidentally when his world starts cracking up a little), and downright useful in the closing passages, as Carey uses him to make the points we've been heading towards the whole way through. The book requires quite a lot of willing suspension of disbelief, but it works (reminded me of Murder on the Orient Express
So, overall definitely positive, I guess (although it really took me 3/4 of the book to get there), but no Room, if we're ranking the nominees.
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