Open any page of this book and find perilous beauty rising up and drifting down to its uncontrollable nature. You can read it as poetry, if you’re in a meditative mood, or for the landscape, the weather, the water, the sky and the day turning to night. I read it for the story and the sights and sense-inducing seasons. It centers on two families in Maine, in the Penobscot region, away from the bustling cities. The time pre-dates cell phones and home computers, which makes a tableau less busy with static. So much room for the trees to grow. And then lose their leaves.
“Snow fell early that year, collecting overnight in great, suffocating banks that squeezed our houses. Windows rattled. Roofs shifted and groaned. Front doors met wet and sticky resistance when pushed outward in the mornings...Snow in the branches, snow in the creeks, snow in the marshes, snow in the distance, snow in the cracks of the world.” “When the snow stopped and people dug free, the fog began rolling in from the sea. It blanketed the hills and coiled about houses, erased children tottering down the streets with their parents, choked brick storefronts and swallowed cars trying to pass through its belly.”
It works best if you accept nature as a character. Within the natural world, the human will is to align and compete—build boats for the rushing river, fly a plane and disturb the birds, or erect Babel and then burn it down. If none of what I write makes sense, it’s that I choose to think of it visually or thematically rather than reproduce the plot. But I will tell you that it is intense, with a gravity that grips your with its teeth. Two families who love, hate, understand and misunderstand each other. The narrative enters the liminal spaces, thwarts the threshold of kindness, and create tragic consequences. Characters are flawed in ways that can damage and destroy, but all seek redemption through acts both naïve and unwavering.
Brown’s debut is beautiful, elegiac, and often Shakespearean in dilemma and structure. No nobility or generals, but the humanity which swerves and upends itself invites similar reactions for the reader. At the end, I felt mercy. There are poisonous endeavors and benevolence that can shake you open. The end is brushed with grace, and I felt hopeful for the characters and reverence for the Earth.
Thank you to Harper Collins for sending me a copy for review.