Petterson's novel is a literary punch in the gut, a book as alluring and ambiguous as life itself. When two estranged childhood friends meet accidentally one early morning, each is struck by a wave of memories. Before the day is done, both men will be forced to grapple with the ghosts of their families, the far-reaching consequences of long-ago actions, and the realities of their divergent paths. This is a stark, earthy portrait of two people facing the specters of the past and the maw of the future.
This slim novel is one powerful piece of magic, and demands a place at the top of the later-twentieth-century western canon. A lush, dark, mystical story of homecoming and reclamation.
Delicate and brutal, this understated and very human little novel illuminates the unexamined lives of simple people swept up in a tragedy. Three German reservists, hoping to escape the executions they are asked to perform, head into the desolate Polish countryside in search of new prisoners - and end up faced with a moral quandary far more tangled than the one they were running from.
For my money, this is among the finest American short story collections of the past twenty years. ZZ Packer's taut, snarky, understated stories of race, culture, family ties, and youth in a country on the brink of the present are each like perfectly measured pipe bombs, timed to go off right when you start thinking there's nothing to worry about.
It's like One Hundred Years of Solitude. Except in Denmark, and with boats.
Heartbreaking and wryly amusing in equal measure, All My Puny Sorrows is probably the truest rendering of a family grappling with the realities of mental illness that I have ever read.
Lotto and Mathilde met at a party. Lotto took one look at Mathilde and proposed; Mathilde took one look at Lotto and accepted. They eloped, much to his mother's chagrin. They struggled, together, through the poverty of their twenties. They became famous, became legends. They were glamorous. They had it all. They had no secrets, especially not from each other. Or did they? This powerfully conceived novel – full of sharp edges and complicated truths – is among the finest pieces of new fiction I have read in recent years. Lauren Groff (The Monsters of Tempelton, Arcadia), has delivered a stunning piece of work.
Many writers have tried to capture the contemporary refugee crisis, but few have been as effective, or as poignant, as Hamid, who nudges the boundaries of realism aside in order to focus not so much on the danger of the journey as on the relationships forged by strangers in new lands.
A supremely weird, supremely good collection of short stories and vignettes. Voltaire Night left me instilled with a bizarre and almost unsettling feeling of gratitude. The First Full Thought of her Life took my breath away. The sense of what I can only describe as casual foreboding - the nonchalant acknowledgment that in the end, whether literally or metaphorically, we're all just ticking bombs - that permeates Wait Till You See Me Dance gave me pause again and again. Which is a long way of saying that it's just an excellent, odd, exciting book, one that will stick with me for a long time.
It's our instinct for survival - the most universal, the most animal part of each of us - that makes us capable of both surprising cruelty and gut-splitting love. From where, exactly, do those instincts spring? A Loving, Faithful Animal is a novel about war and about peace, about violence and tenderness, about loyalty and betrayal, and about what we learn and what we're born knowing, which is to say that it's a novel about family. What a fine novel it is.