And what is this "bebop solo of a book?" Well, it seems the authorial conceit exhibited in The Interrogative Mood (Ecco) is that its 164 pages are composed entirely of questions--a literary feat you may or may not find engrossing. Despite the well-intentioned promoters hyper-enthusiasm for this tome, this "playful and profound book" may not be the best access point into Powell's oeuvre, since it is a huge deviation from the lyricism exhibited in his past work. And then again its originality puts it in a class by itself.
In the Important to the Book Industry venue, Josh Emmons intones the book is:
...a fearless meditation on the sublime and the trivial, a hydra-headed reflection of life as it is experienced and of thought as it is felt. With echoes of the Tao Te Ching, "My Funny Valentine," Pascal's "Pensées," "Green Eggs and Ham," Annie Dillard's "This Is the Life" and countless other quests for conviction that secretly understand and depend on the futility of such quests, it is wondrous strange.True enough.