This story begins at the funeral of Rose Hips, the narrator’s great-aunt, and it remains at that level of surrealism throughout the book, like listening to a comedian with a dry sense of humor that you either get or don’t. There’s a bit of political incorrectness, perhaps due to the author’s age or cantankerous nature. The narrator is chosen before birth by his grandmother, the family matriarch, to become the family genius by living with different family members in order to become a genius. He starts his life with his grandparents, and dear reader learns about everyone’s unusual traits as he moves through the families. It’s really a wild ride and I recommend it. I was gifted this tale for an honest review.