Though I devour Jonathan Safran Foer’s work, none of the works after his first novel Everything is Illuminated have quite thrilled me as much as his debut. Here I Am, however, has come extremely close. It has everything I love about Foer: his eccentricity, his willingness to let the reader dangle in discomfort, his ability to characterize entire ideologies and generations as though they were people, while just as nimbly achieving the reverse.