Beautifully written book about life in post-Katrina New Orleans. I have only read one of Mary Robison's books, Oh, and that was years and years ago and it barely made an impression on me, but this was something else. Achingly perfect use of language, and the interspersed lists and holster-wearing guidelines didn't distract from the kind of melancholy Southern Gothic love triangle that was the heart of the story. Lit fic, done well.
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