...a better narrator. She is at least more articulate and and has a much better trained falsetto! The novel however is shere genius and I think that fact is missed by the other commentators here because of the insipid mulings of the narrrator. This novel is clever, poignant and sinks deeply into the post-modern angst where genuine love in a family can still exist. The humor is delightful. I have read few scenes with a more contained wit than when Daisy reads "her" poem to Baxter- the bad guy but also the sick guy. And with genuine human compassion in the midst of thier own crisis Henry sees beyond the immediate danger into the uncontrollable suffering of Baxter's source of pain and crisis. Then with a deft mixing of this carefully crafted matrix McEwen draws the story line and the lives of these real people into a sharp focus about where we as a society are today both out there in the crowd and in the privacy of our homes and loved ones.
This is one of the most elegant and finely crafted pieces of writing I have read in a very long time. Her prose is fashioned with the equivalent seeming ease and beauty of Renee Flemming and the captivating power of Michelangelo. While my recent loss is a series of heart attacks and and a related divorce I could still groan at the poignant ache the "little things" inflame.. I cried, laughed and did both at the same time. Thank you Ms. Didion.
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