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Posted June 18, 2013
This novel reminded me of rowing a boat out to the middle of the
This novel reminded me of rowing a boat out to the middle of the lake, the water calm and clear and devoid of people and engines, the only sounds heard are the gentle rocking of the boat, the casting of the line as it whistles through the air, and the reel being unwound and wound. Instead of beer, there’s wine in the cooler, a sombrero on my head to block out the sun’s harsh rays, and a woman in a pantsuit to my left with her head back and sunglasses plastered on her face that make her look like a ladybug. The crisp air nips at my face, and the scent of pine fills my nostrils.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
The language made me want to skip up and down the street whistling, and the poetic prose flowed like a sentence dissection expedition. I ended up feeling like this was a bit of a drawn-out affair, with even the title—IN THE HOUSE UPON THE DIRT BETWEEN THE LAKE AND THE WOODS—causing an individual to choke on multiple popcorn kernels. This novel reminded me of traversing a mountain pass on a Saturday afternoon on a day so clear you can see for miles, and clouds are nothing more than a distant memory. I loved the language and the mythology, but it felt a bit short on content.
If you like the kind of novel where you place it on a shelf and stare at it, where you focus more on the beauty and rhythm of the language than the words being said, and you happen to enjoy wandering around aimlessly for a few hours, then this book is for you.
I received this book for free through NetGalley.
Author of Falling Immortality: Casey Holden, Private Investigator