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3.72 AVERAGE


I thought this book was marvelous. First the voice is just right. Such a different use of language, but the author never shows off. It's the character's proper voice. Then, it's such an effective portrait of a stunningly isolated misfit. I kept trying to imagine how he might make a friend, find a place, but there is no way.

Once as he drives, he notices the various and sundry roadkill. Then he passes a traffic jam as everyone stops to mourn a dead swan in the road. Why don't we mourn for the rodents and jackdaws? It's one of the biggest failings of humans, I'd say, that we think size and appearance merit compassion.
challenging emotional reflective sad medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: A mix
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus: Complicated

This is the third time I've re-read ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ by Sara Baume, and it never loses its impact. I've ugly cried at the desolate beauty within this book every time I've read it ๐Ÿ’”
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 ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐’๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ซ. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฉ๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ. ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐›๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ค ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฐ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐. ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ž ๐ž๐ฑ๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž. ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ค.
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 The story follows Ray (๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฌ, ๐š๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐›๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ž๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ), an older man who is alone, lonely, and an outsider in his community. He adopts a rescue dog, who he affectionately names Oneeye (on account of him having only one surviving eye), and it's perhaps unsurprising that he opts for the grisliest looking dog in the shelter. Life has not been kind to either man or dog, yet they find some companionship in each other.
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 ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐๐จ ๐ข๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐š ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐, ๐š๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐.
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 Both Ray and Oneeye have been neglected and abused: Ray wasn't treated well by his Father, his only parent, and did not learn how to fit in to the 'norms' of society. He was told he was a strange boy from a young age, but in truth he wasn't, he was just never truly given a chance.
 Oneeye was raised as a fighting dog, and he has been treated cruelly. He is missing parts of his ear, his lip, his tail, and his fighting instinct never leaves him.
 Part of what makes the book so emotive is the fact that so many people grow up neglected and abused, and ostracised from society, when none if it is their fault.
 So many parents raise their children as though they are pets, rather than people, and they do not help their children grow and develop in a healthy way. The impact of neglect and abuse never leaves you, even as an adult. It is hardwired into some of us based on the upbringing we had.
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 ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž. ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐. ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ ๐ฎ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ˆ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐. ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐š๐๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐š ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ˆ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐š ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ก, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐จ๐ . ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐ญ. ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ๐›๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ฉ.
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 Before he brought Oneeye home, Ray tells the reader that he has never been anywhere, and never seen anything of the world. This is in contrast to his Father who collected trinkets and decorative plates that adorn the house, and who himself led a relatively 'normal' life, holding down a job and having relationships with other people in the community.
 Ray has been confined to the bounds of his 'Father's house' and the small seaside town in which they live, and he finds some degree of safety in the familiar clutter that he accumulates, noticing the small details within his small world.
 Ray tries to carve out small and safe portions of the world for Oneeye too, taking him for walks along mostly deserted streets, and along solitary parts of the beach that are not frequented by tourists.
 Oneeye doesn't mix well with other dogs or people, but Ray doesn't try to change him; he simply accepts Oneeye for who he is because he knows about his origins, and he tries to make some space for him in a world that has made him the way he is, yet shuns him for it.
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 ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐ˆ'๐ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐›๐จ๐ซ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐œ๐š๐ฉ๐š๐œ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ. ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ.
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 I'm not going to give any spoilers, but Ray and Oneeye find themselves somewhat forced into going on a journey. They are fleeing, but at the same time it is very freeing to be breaking out of the confines that they previously had. They both see more of the country than they ever thought they would.
 The world itself is perhaps not a scary place, and Ray appreciates the beauty of nature and what it has to offer, but the people within the world do frighten him and Oneeye and threaten their sense of safety.
 While Ray can appreciate the beauty of the world that they see, his sense of sadness sets in if he lingers too long in any one place.
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 ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฌ๐š๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐š๐, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ๐›๐ž ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐š๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐Œ๐š๐ฒ๐›๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ ๐จ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ .
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 Baume's title for the book is very clever as it mirrors the shift in the seasons, both external and internal, as part of this journey, and there is such clever poeticism in Baume's choice of language throughout.
 Spill, Simmer, Falter, Wither is a direct play on Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.
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 ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฒ. ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ง๐จ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ.
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 There are times during the story when we have insight to Oneeye's perspective, as well as Ray's, whether through Ray's direct portrayal of Oneeye and his behaviour, or through Ray's dreams where he embodies Oneeye and sees the world through him.
 I love the narrative device Baume deploys in the prologue and epilogue too, where we see Oneeye 'running, running, running'.
 The way Oneeye's actions bookend the novel emphasise the fact that he surrounds Ray's whole existence, and is such a key part of his world.
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 ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐„๐ฒ๐ž. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ.
 ๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ง. ๐‚๐š๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ข๐ญ? ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐›๐š๐๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
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 There is a twist later in the book, and a significant revelation, which I won't give any spoilers for, but Baume does such an amazing job in the evolution of the narrative that I'd almost forgotten about this twist since my last reading.
 So many books are either plot driven or character-driven, and very few manage to execute both confidently and effectively; usually I find that if there is a twist, there is less put into the characterisation, and so when the twist comes we may not always care about the impact on the character, and how this shapes what happens to them.
 While there is a definite sense of tension, and a build to the end of the book, this ultimate twist/revelation is not the only focus of the story, and there is so much other content that is piercing and memorable throughout.
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 ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ˆ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค, ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฐ. ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค, ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐, ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ.
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 I started crying about this book again as I was writing this review, and definitely have a book hangover every time I read it because it moves me so much.
 I absolutely love Spill, Simmer, Falter, Wither and will continue to reread it periodically until the end of my days ๐Ÿ’”

challenging emotional reflective sad slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Complicated
Loveable characters: Complicated
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Yes

I thoroughly enjoyed this book but it lost momentum towards the end and I was left feeling a bit... Oh. But maybe that was the intention. No sparks just a fizzle perhaps.
emotional reflective slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Yes

This is an incredibly clever and well written book but I just did not enjoy it at all
emotional reflective sad slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven: A mix
Strong character development: No
Loveable characters: Complicated
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Yes

I enjoyed the writing, the meandering story with an ambiguous ending not so much so.

Such a heartwarming and heartbreaking story at the same time. It shows such a sweet bond between a man and his adopted dog, and the man is a wonderfully well-written character. Tears.
mysterious reflective tense slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Complicated
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Complicated

Sometimes I see the sadness in you, the same sadness thatโ€™s in me. Itโ€™s in the way you sigh and stare and hang your head. Itโ€™s in the way you never wholly let you guard down and take the world Iโ€™ve given you for granted. My sadness isnโ€™t a way I feel but a thing trapped inside the walls of my flesh, like a smog. It takes the sheen off everything. It rolls the world in soot. It saps the power from my limbs and presses my back into a stoop. (47)

Ray, a man who is โ€œtoo old for starting over, too young for giving up,โ€ adopts a one-eyed dog appropriately called One-Eye, and this novel follows their relationship over the course of four seasons. In the first section, I thought I knew how their story would go, but goodness, I was wrong.

This isnโ€™t a feel-good tale about an isolated older man who gains a renewed vitality and joie de vivre from caring for an animal. Ray gets out of his house, yes, and travels with One-Eye, yes, but he remains at a remove from the world, trapped inside his own paranoia, distrust, and dark past. In many ways I felt sad for him, and also afraid, unsettled.

But the writing! This is absolutely a language book, beautifully composed and begging to be savored. Itโ€™s written in second person, from Ray to the โ€œyouโ€ of One-Eye. The descriptions of Rayโ€™s world, his thoughts, what he sees in front of him, and what he remembers, are all gorgeous, even when the content is off-putting. And there are a few glimmering moments of hope in all the discomfort and tension:

I realise that your were not born with a predetermined capacity for wonder, as Iโ€™d believed. I realise that you fed it up yourself from tiny pieces of the world. I realise itโ€™s up to me to follow your example and nurture my own wonder, morsel by morsel by morsel. (148)

Despite covering all four seasons, this story felt solidly cold, and a bit lonely, and perfect for reading in winter. Iโ€™ll be thinking about Ray and One-Eye for quite a while and looking forward to more of Sara Baumeโ€™s work.

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