Brief, strange, feverish, fantastical. In the vein of American magical realism, with a borrowed element from To Kill a Mockingbird that makes the whole thing seem like a parallel South universe. Punctuated by long, digressive monologues, with one surreal scene at the center of the book that, structurally, centers and concentrates the dollops of strangeness intruding on the proceedings on either side. In the varied glimpses of sex, longing and confusion as experienced by various characters, the whole thing reflects the unknowableness of parents to their children, and vice versa. I read Wolf Whistle by this author during college and have returned to it, awed and grateful, over the years, but this one seems lighter, more glancing and ephemeral, less immediately resonant and less globally tragic than WW. Still, I was glad to wade into Nordan's weird currents once again, and I want to read more of his.