His Name Was Death by Rafael Bernal

This book messed with me. Not typically a genre I’d get into, but I tell my friends it is the greatest sci-fi novel ever written.

A guy goes into the jungle to throw off society and get hammered. Learns how to communicate with a mosquito from a flute a local tribesman made for him. Discovers the inner workings of the mosquito hierarchy and talks with their leaders, who eventually threaten to enslave mankind claiming they are the superior species.

They get into everything about life and you’re left in state of bewilderment. And I thought the ending was perfect for the story.