The novel begins with a bang, a stunning opening chapter followed by five almost as vivid, but then narrative thrust is lost amidst a welter of irrelevant characters and explorations of the lives of the protagonist's parents and grandparents. Eventually the plot is slowly resumed, and by the end...
I baked her, wrapped in clay, in the coals of a long fire, wisps in the pines, the smoke waiting for the moon. My brother had fished the pools all day and come back empty. He sat by the fire stones, lying about the rainbow that got away, a blanket w...