- it does great honor to Lincoln;
- it has a race angle;
- it is very weird but still entertaining, and for some highbrow lovers of literature the best thing is a radically original book that still manages to be readable.
But the mostly factual part is less than half the book; the rest is ghosts and the afterlife. "Bardo" is one of the Buddhist terms for the place where souls wait before they are reincarnated, a sort of nebulous halfway world neither one thing nor the other. Most of the novel is set in such a halfway place, a parallel spiritual dimension inhabited by ghosts whose bodies are interred at Oak Hill. These ghosts resist passing on to wherever they are supposed to go because of unfinished business – marriages unconsummated, deaths unavenged, promises unkept – or because they are simply afraid of where they might end up. So they hang around, bickering, joking, telling the same stories for the hundredth time, trying to convince each other that they are not really dead. In the recorded version each is acted by a different reader, creating a cacophony of voices. The genius part of the writing is that although this place is absurd and the ghosts ridiculous, I enjoyed the telling and found myself deeply wrapped up in this netherworld and the fates of its inhabitants.
The arrival of a president's son in the graveyard of course creates a great stir, and his father's repeated visits cause amazement, consternation, and then a crisis, because Willie's ghost enjoys the visits so much that he won't move on, either. It's even weirder than a short summary can convey, but strangely powerful. This part also includes what may be the best page or two ever written about Abraham Lincoln.
So, I liked it, which I suppose makes it one of the four or five "experimental" novels I have enjoyed. If you like weird books, give it a try. But I would not have given it any prizes.