… it is the language that makes the book… It is not pure English; it is like Shakespeare, Joyce, and Kipling, gloriously impure.
I found Saul Bellow’s recommendation rather curious:
I didn’t read many books while writing Augie. One I did read and love was All About H. Hatterr…. So, what about All About? I hate to be siding with T.S. Eliot… but what can you do?
Take a look!
Update: Literary Saloon writes about the NYRB classics edition of the book, and along the way, unearths some older and recent reviews/overviews of the book; the one by Amardeep that it mentions, is indeed a must-read.