Dr. No

by Percival Everett

Generally I enjoy it when an author feels like they are smirking at their own cleverness from behind the page. Reading such books comes with a healthy dose of satisfying I-see-what-you-did-there-ness.

Dr. No seems like it wants to be such a book, except it didn’t quite work for me.

I still enjoyed the book, and if you like James Bond (or Austin Powers) and geek out over obscure mathematical and philosophical concepts, you might, too.