Flint and Cecile have inherited their ancestors' dissatisfaction, whether it is the sulkiness of their mother or the secrets of their aunt. The stories of their Native American grandparents, great-aunts, great-uncles, showcase the divide between the once beautiful symmetry of spirituality and what has been lost.
The explicit, extraordinary details make this a thick read, like swimming through pudding. It slows you down, but it tastes so good. The images flicker in the synapses long after the cover is shut.
4.25 out of 5.0 Apple Martinis.