3.68 AVERAGE


Even by Rendell's own exalted standards, this is brilliant. Allusive, humane, tender and savage by turns, it is a spare, unsparing look at the ways that humans construct meaning, and what happens when our ways of understanding the world fail. It's both absolutely chilling and -- at times -- darkly funny, as it charts the interactions of a stubbornly illiterate, cunning housekeeper, and a family whose own world, textured though it is with the texts and foods and music of half-a-dozen civilizations, can be dangerously insular.