My tastes require: Show me, don't tell me. This author gets it right, using details to paint a picture of living, breathing people and objects. He doesn't waste time describing a person, but he will note the sideways glance to the floor, or the flutter of fingers while exhaling in exasperation, or the inward smile--details that add life and authenticity to the characters. He manages to do this even with objects in the crumbling old house where the story is mainly set.
Perhaps I connected well with this novel to begin with because it is set in the late 60s, near the beach in Marin County, peopled with characters all too familiar to me. Using the device of vivid memory, looking back 25 years, Jones exhumes a shimmering bubble of time and sensory detail with exacting care. He appears to have been tempted to wrap the story up in a neat little bow, but then resists. The results are more satisfying this way. The story will keep unfolding after we close the book.
There is an element of poetry in this novel, not just in the plot points, but in the intentional weaving of words--just enough, not too many--to elevate the writing a step above everyday narrative.
Recommended.