This is the story of a missing kid, told from multiple perspectives. Her best friend, the gay mate (these are so thinly drawn they may as well have been named “girlie” and “token”), her mother, and on and on. It works to a point, but there’s also a “we” voice, and those voices are just a bridge too far. Its supposed to be a deeper, spirit of the forest/all missing children whispering to us thing, and it is an UTTER fail. Kills momentum, never fails […]
A Failed Attempt at Meaning
Dirt Town by Hayley Scrivenor
