A transcendent and dazzlingly weird novel about disconnection and difference ... These dizzying, bizarre details are relayed in a matter-of-fact deadpan that leaves the reader never quite sure how to feel about what’s happening. Even as I marveled at Barrodale’s inventiveness...I couldn’t shake off a quiet but persistent disorientation ... And yet, by the end, my confusion and annoyance almost felt like the point ... In this light, the novel’s strangeness comes to seem entirely intentional, and brilliant.
The split-screen narration underscores the strange divisions in this ungainly, fabulist book. Ms. Barrodale is attracted to, and rather good at, depicting chaos and absurdity ... But Trip is also keen to impose order on all this rueful happenstance, so Ms. Barrodale includes lectures that purport to fit everything into the schema of Buddhist philosophy. Bizarrely, she even footnotes her sources...as though this were a term paper ... The book’s vying impulses work against one another, leaving readers with memorable, scattered scenes but a faint and diminished whole.
Trip, is [Lin's] best yet ... Lin...has never been more creative, precise, or inspired than when he details psychedelics-begotten behavior and theories ... A joy to read ... His rendering of tripping is perfect—better even, for me, than Aldous Huxley’s elegant and evocative passages in The Doors of Perception ... Trip, in its best moments, is a little like having a good one—exhilarating, moving, enlivening—because the writing is clear and sincere but also relaxed, curious, and devoid of expectations.
Wacky though these excursions into the otherworld may be, Barrodale roots them in precise, mundane details. Some are startling in their evocative exactness, including numerous recitals of food and fashion choices, complete with brand names ... A remarkable ear for dialogue ... Nimbly ironic.
Precisely drawn ... The neurodivergent child is rendered with loving clarity ... Barrodale...has a sly sense of humor, but her descriptions of several characters are too glancing ... None of these spectral figures linger long enough to have sustained conversations with Sandra or one another, making it hard for a reader to develop more than the breeziest impressions of them. That may be fully intended in a novel that stresses the impermanence of all things, but one still wishes they had more billow in their sails.
Hilarious and intelligent ... Trip transports us vividly to the principals’ and doctors’ offices where Sandra and her ex-husband once negotiated on their son’s behalf ... These scenes, though technically flashbacks, are infused with so much frustrated energy that they practically vibrate.
Wild and quirky ... The story lines never quite converge, beyond providing a frame for Sandra to contend with her regret over neglecting Trip. Still, Trip’s adventure story is great fun, and Barrodale’s depiction of the afterlife is amusing and wonderfully surreal. It’s a hoot.
