This book quite reminds me of Ulysses. Both books are contained, yet overflow with themes. Both books have a bizarre sense of time and space. Both books have an odd style, which, in my opinion, helps them stay somewhat engaging. All that being said, I must admit, I enjoyed Under the Volcano more than Ulysses. Could be because it did not overstay its welcome. Could be because it is far more accessible as a text. Could be something entirely outside my understanding.

“And you say first, Spaniard exploits Indian, then, when he had children, he exploited the half-breed, then the pure-blooded Mexican Spaniard, the criollo, then the mestizo exploits everybody, foreigners, Indians, and all. Then the Germans and Americans exploited him: now the final chapter, the exploitation of everybody by everybody else--"