Roy Scranton’s fiction has a shattering and deranged vitality. It breaks into your mind and hangs on. I ❤ Oklahoma! reads like a fever dream—cacophonous road-tripping anti-manifesto gives way to lavish degenerate theatre gives way to bloody killing spree. In this eventful novel, the precipitating event is always and ever language—transgressive, rhizomatic, and infinitely mutable.