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Grief is the Thing with Feathers
by Max Porter
This is a stunning, thought provoking loosely narrative poem. Worth reading, but you may be disappointed if you expect a novel.
What you should know about this "novel": It's a small book, thin book. Large type. White space. Quiet. Except when it yells.
The structure is novel, as in new, told by Boys, Dad and Crow. Boys sections feel honest. Small boys doing boy things, telling partial truths, and thinking about them later while not at all understanding the big picture of what's been lost, but somehow able to show us what's really going on with Dad.
Dad sections are sticky with fear and anxiety, which feels right, and creates questions and doubt to slog through like thick mud. It's easy to feel what he feels.
Crow sections illuminate like a candle in the night, ethereal and dark. Crow makes up words, is bossy and seems a bit nonsensical, but only if you haven't truly experienced how nonlinear and disjointed and irreverent grief can be. The beauty here, though, is that Crow, just like grief, can be interpreted in individual ways, and maybe that's the point.
What you should know about this "novel": It's a small book, thin book. Large type. White space. Quiet. Except when it yells.
The structure is novel, as in new, told by Boys, Dad and Crow. Boys sections feel honest. Small boys doing boy things, telling partial truths, and thinking about them later while not at all understanding the big picture of what's been lost, but somehow able to show us what's really going on with Dad.
Dad sections are sticky with fear and anxiety, which feels right, and creates questions and doubt to slog through like thick mud. It's easy to feel what he feels.
Crow sections illuminate like a candle in the night, ethereal and dark. Crow makes up words, is bossy and seems a bit nonsensical, but only if you haven't truly experienced how nonlinear and disjointed and irreverent grief can be. The beauty here, though, is that Crow, just like grief, can be interpreted in individual ways, and maybe that's the point.