The book is frequently unsettling and chilling, as well as absurd and humorous. Mr Unpronounceable is subjected to unimaginable contradictions and monsters. The world is populated with creatures much like himself, neither hostile nor amicable. Rather, they are incomprehensibly volatile. This is underscored by Molloy's beautiful, simple drawings. Though printed in black and white, the art draws the reader in, and frequently takes over the storytelling as the language itself dissolves into a fiction. Were the stories to be imagined without the art, it would not be a stretch to see the world they present as founded of Borges's infinite libraries and populated with the unseen bureaucracy to which Kafka subjected Josef K.

Alhough the world presented by Molloy here is entirely different from our own, the book's strength lies in its devotion to the absurd representation of reality. Mr Unpronounceable's world is filled with nightmares, most of which seem to be of his own creation. Much like us, he attempts to control his destiny, often to find himself unable to escape the gripping torrents of his reality and to succumb to his destiny, whatever it may be. This book is a feast, and one that offers a wealth of nuance and scope that could be expected of a work twice the size.