Ralph is literally a baby genius. His parents have no idea at first and consider him “either mildly retarded or flat-out stupid.” Ralph is neither. He observes. “My father was a poststructuralist and my mother hated his guts.”

Ralph, as a baby, can read, write, ponder philosophy and has a photographic memory. His father resents him and his mother supplies him with books once she figures out his secret.

But Ralph’s life isn’t easy. He’s kidnapped by a doctor, then the government, ”Goddam monster baby on the loose. This is bad.” Then a guard – one half of a childless couple. “Is he a devil-child? I thought I was helping. He wrote me a note.” Everyone wants a piece of Ralph, a baby “capable of accurate and detailed representation of any turn of events.”

Ralph is both reviled and hunted for his extremely advanced faculties. Meanwhile, his mother just wants her baby back.

Part humor, part crime story, part unintelligible philosophical text. There’s a perverse joy in how much of the philosophical passages sail over my head, especially knowing they come from the mind of a baby. A fascinating story. ( )

By definition, a glyph is nothing more than a symbol but stories tend to have a plot, logic or at the least, something that resembles one. Told from the POV of Ralph, a MUTE, African American baby adopted by an ignorant white couple, he's first kidnapped by researchers, and then several others. And that's about all there is here.

Beyond that, there's not much else to comment about other than the OBTUSE foreign language phrases, odd poems and quotes from existential authors to separate paragraphs. If this is what he calls humor, I'm stumped. And while some of the characters are noteworthy, the context, plot and disruptive format causes the reader to wonder what the author's goal was.

While I normally DNF books that fail to deliver, I kept hoping for change with this one. Unfortunately, the repetitious plot and strange paragraph separators continues making this a true head scratcher. I DO plan to read some of his others, and if lucky, he wrote them sober rather than stoned. On the off chance you love authors that require you to research words and phrases when reading, you might enjoy this; I for one, do not! ( )

(CEDUTO) Libro perdibile. Da qui capisco l'inutilità della linguistica - o la mia sostanziale ignoranza. Ma per convincermi di quest'ultima E. dovrebbe ragionare parecchio. La storia del bambino intelligentissimo è narrata con ironia: bastava quella, senza equazioni e paragrafi cosi' colti che, oltre ad essere inutili, diventano pure ennuyeux. E quindi si saltano volentieri. ( )

I bought this thinking it was another book... But I tried to read it still. Couldn't get through it because the baby is so douchy and none of the secondary characters make up for it. ( )

I picked this up because I really enjoyed "Erasure" by the same author. Unfortunately I didn't find this one nearly as good. The premise of the "plot" part of the book is a baby who refuses to speak, but is can read, write and appreciate literature and literary criticism. I enjoyed this part of the book and did actually laugh out loud once or twice at the baby's wry comments. However, this only constitutes a small part of the book with the rest being made up with satires involving figures from literary criticism. Much of this went over my head. I'm not completely ignorant, and know a little about the subject, but not enough to appreciate the humour of these sections. I found myself skipping these chunks just to get to the "plot" parts, which were sadly too few. ( )