I really enjoy Karen Osborn's writing style. It reminds me a lot of John Updike; one of my favorite authors. Her writing is clear and lacks embellishment, but that's what makes it shine. Reading her book I was reminded of the lake at my grandparent's house where years earlier my grandfather had trucked in sand and stones to smooth the surface floor. On a calm day, you could look down at that sand and each particle of sand would become distinct and reflecting the sun would shine back up at you. Her characters are a lot like those grains of sand, separate and distinct, and each full of their own wonder. She manages to create characters completely without artifice or ornamentation, characters that live and breathe, and in their simplicity feel very real to me.
The topic of the story itself, a small town that is racked by violence when a jealous husband bombs the store where his wife works and kills several community members, is less interesting to me. Even set as it is against the "backdrop of the civil rights movement," does very little for me. She throws in references to Malcolm X, race riots, the assassinations of Martin Luther King and JFK, but at no point do any of these feel very relevant to the centrality of the story or the wall of grief that she has built for her main characters. I'm sure she was trying to draw some larger connections and make a greater point then she does, but I don't feel like this is ever done particularly effectively. If she is trying to demonstrate that the violence of the civil rights movement is as senseless as the violence that this small town experiences, and that such violence is hard to ever fully understand and even harder to move beyond, than I think she does not do this very successfully. Still, I would recommend this book if for nothing else than her writing style, which as I've already mentioned, I simply adore.