17.11.01
A book rejected by my Basingstoke reading group because it is modern American literature, I read it more out of interest than anything else. The plot was decidedly odd, and implausible towards the end, with characters appearing for fun rather than to further the story. But there's nothing wrong with that - the quality of the writing itself is impressive - lyrical and often demanding a reflective pause. Even when the metaphors are obvious, the sleight of hand involved must be admired.
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