This book isn’t about what happened. It’s an elegy, a lament for the dead. It’s strange and metaphoric. It shifts often, switching perspective, characters, even plot, so that the experience of reading almost feels like floating (or struggling through) a wave. I selected this book because I really loved The Old Drift, and I would still highly recommend that novel. This novel is different from that one in almost every way, but for the fact that it was written by the same talented writer. Overall, despite […]