Barney Norris, author of Five Rivers Met On A Wooded Plain and Turning For Home, sent me a (signed!) proof of his new novel The Vanishing Hours, published next month by Doubleday/ Transworld. I've been a fan of Norris' writing from day, his sensitivity to human emotion and his deft way of weaving the interior narrative of characters with the action of the plot; The Vanishing Hours is, in that sense and more, Norris' finest work yet. The narrative is singularly thrilling, in a way unlike his previous novels yet carrying a trace, and the central premise of the novel, about two lost souls meeting amidst the chaos, is a classic trope told new, through a lens of metaphor surrounding mental illness and, more importantly, recovery. If Norris is making an argument, I think it is about sharing our stories, especially around mental illness; that we must break away from the trap of loneliness and find solace in shared experience, love and connection. I won't say too much, but I think the novel is as rewarding as it is frustrating, painstakingly crafted and heartbreakingly beautiful in its conclusion, a work that can speak to so many people. It's also fully compelling: the proof arrived yesterday and by this morning l'd finished it, unable to stop thinking about it overnight. Once again Norris has wrought a story that senses some quiet and inalienable thing about what it means to be human, and magnifies it, allowing his readers to bask in it, cry in it, and find redemption in it, the strength to march on.