Although, Percival’s trademark humor was muted in this second published novel, it still contains some zaniness in the narrative. I feel like he leaned into a satirical voice, maybe taking shots at the western novel genre. There are no clear racial designations inside these pages, and very little in the way of physical descriptions of characters. This was a light-hearted story with a touch of sadness as it involves a murder—ouch! The justification is debatable; some might view it as community justice, but the protagonist, David Larson, is compelled into hypocrisy.
David is an unusual character who seems to long for love but not really sure if the path to L o v e ! He settles in with an old sheep rancher named Sixbury, and he develops love for her, not the romantic type, but just the deep feeling of bonding and respect. A young girl is thrown into the mix, a Vietnamese orphan, perhaps to illustrate the ills of war with Vietnam. Anyway, I found the ending rather abrupt, and imagined several different conclusions. At the end of the day, it’s Percival Everett so it can’t be less than 4⭐️s!