Book Review: Dr. No by Percival Everett
Sometimes, a title just clicks, instantly piquing your curiosity. When I stumbled upon Percival Everett’s Dr. No, I was instantly intrigued—not just by the playful nod to Ian Fleming’s iconic villain but also by the promise of a thought-provoking journey through conspiracies, identities, and what it means to study “nothing.” Having previously devoured Everett’s The Trees, Telephone, and I Am Not Sidney Poitier, I was eager to dive into this latest satire that marries humor with a sharp critique of societal norms.
The protagonist, Wala Kitu—whose real name, Ralph Townsend, not-so-secretly acknowledges his own absurdity through an identity steeped in meaninglessness—serves as a unique lens through which we explore the complexities of race, identity, and even mathematics. Wala’s assertion, “I study nothing,” resonates deeply, embodying Everett’s clever play on the intersections of existence and absence. His one-legged dog, Trigo, becomes the silent partner in crime, adding layers of whimsicality to a narrative that dances on the fine line between the profound and the absurd. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the notion that Trigo’s name reflects Wala’s skewed worldview—an insightful nod to how perspective shapes reality.
Everett’s prose strikes a balance of accessibility and depth, with straightforward language often belied by layers of humor and satire. The pacing felt just right as we zigzagged through a plot that includes a heist at Fort Knox, albeit not for gold, but for a box of "nothing." How deliciously absurd! This playful twist on classic spy tropes not only captures the spirit of Fleming’s narratives but also offers a fresh commentary on the absurdities of the military-industrial complex.
One of the standout moments for me was a quote that reads: “Never trust anyone with a laugh you can spell.” It’s these little gems of wisdom disguised as humor that made me pause and chuckle, prompting reflection long after the page was turned. The laughably named character, General Takitall, was another highlight, embodying Everett’s knack for infusing humor into even the most serious of settings, reminiscent of the ironic edge found in the works of Kurt Vonnegut.
A delightful realization struck me as I waded deeper into the narrative: this book would make a fantastic film. I couldn’t help but cast comedy greats like Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon as voice talents for Trigo! And let’s not forget the outrageous supporting cast, from a potty-mouthed priest to a vice president with the oh-so-apt name, Neil Schilling. Their quips and banter serve as the icing on an already fabulously absurd cake.
While Dr. No is undoubtedly a satire, it invites us to grapple with significant issues like race and identity without heavy-handedness. Its humor acts as a Trojan horse, allowing profound social critiques to unfold alongside laugh-out-loud moments.
In conclusion, if you enjoy satirical works that challenge norms and engage with heavy themes while still entertaining, Dr. No is a must-read. Everett’s latest offering not only bolstered my admiration for his unique voice but also enriched my understanding of how cleverly fiction can reflect—and poke fun at—our complex societal landscapes. It’s a book that will stay with me, not just for its evident humor but for the layers of meaning woven into its fabric. I can’t wait to hear your thoughts if you take the plunge!