Status Updates From Fire Exit: A Novel

I don’t understand this, this one word for two things. Like Gizos; his name means sun and moon. Is it indecisive? Is it neatness, we’re after, tidiness? Is it a desire to make sense of a thing on the basis of another? Maybe we are all creation’s translators, putting things like granite or oak or elephant or corn in a language they want to be put in to give them bodies made out of sound so they’re measurable.

I have just begun this sparcely (but beautifully) written debut novel. I have an unshakable impression from about three chapters that, like Elizabeth Strout, its pages will hold a tightly woven story of ordinary folks leading relatively ordinary lives. And as with Strout, a reader should not let their guard down... for often within lives filled with regular things, the extraordinary may happen.