Dani Shapiro is a master of creating tension and developing characters in a clean, precise fashion. Every word matters; every word counts. Including the images, metaphors, and titles of her books. That being said, sometimes I’d like a little more.
This is the third novel of Dani Shapiro’s that I’ve read. Its protagonist is rather unlikeable but the author, once again, manages to create sympathy in the reader for him, showing us how he got where he is and his desperate desire to make things right.
The ending is ambitious, told from Solomon’s point of view after he has died, and after mulling it over, I’m still not sure how I feel about it. It could have worked but I think it was too long, trying to expand something that probably should have been kept as succinct as the rest of the story.