The narrator relates her childhood memories of parental and sibling relations, with all of their bewildering boundaries and limits, and finds herself drawn into a bizarre custody battle which separates her from her brother
Rebecca Brown’s diverse oeuvre contains collections of essays and short stories, a fictionalized autobiography, a modern bestiary, a memoir in the guise of a medical dictionary, a libretto for a dance opera, a play, and various kinds of fantasy.
Despite its mere 120 pages I spent most of this novel waiting for it to end, and possibly to reveal itself and its connection to the 13th Century Children's Crusade. I don't feel that it ever really did. It was mainly a poetic exploration of childhood and our fear of death. I could not really recommend it , but it certainly resonated and the rhythms of the writing were occasionally hypnotic with certain images echoing through the book with devastating effect. Occasionally reminiscent of Beckett, which in itself is a compliment to its bleak view of the childhood world.
This one flummoxed me. I *loved* the political metaphor of spy-diplomat between parental camps, His Highness and Her Honor. But what was *really* going on after that? Thwoop, right over my head. (I know why it's on GLBT lists. It's the main plot that eludes me.)