Mosquito Book

I can never say I liked a book when halfway through I'm praying that its over. BUT, I can also see someone rating this book 5 stars and be fine with that. This book takes chances and is SOO intelligent. The authors calls it a jazz poem, fiction of fiction and is written in conversational style. It talks to the reader, its poetic and it breaks "literature's" boundaries. Its also repetitive, sometimes boring, off in different directions that circle back onto themselves, and too long by half.
Mosquito is actually a very tall truck driving Black woman driving a route along America's southwest. She gets involved in the immigrant justice movement, falls in love with a priest/not priest/cia agent/border patrol/??? She talks directly to the reader and has time to include newsletters, songs, and poems from her real (Gayl Jones actual author) mother in the text. In other words its a mismash of Southwest magic realism, poetry, fiction that is not fiction but may be fictional fiction...you get my drift??? The author often interrupts the story to ask the reader if they understand that they are reading something other than a story...my answer is yes and it has become tiresome.
I must give G. Jones props for trying to write more than just a book but something that involves all art. Perhaps if this was published today (instead of 1998) she could include a dvd of multimedia.
I wish there was a way to say that if you like a first person, conversational story that will go off on a tangent at any moment and ultimately leads to a story that can be condensed into half the pages you've read but touches on social justice issues and women's rights and immigrants rights, social inequities..like a lot of Shakespeare...I recognize the brilliance but I don't read it for pleasure..