![]() It’s a novel about the psychological ripples of an unthinkable crime, but it ultimately wavers when it comes to laying bare the psyches of its subjects, which remain too opaque to be revelatory. The result, perhaps intentional, is that he remains a cipher, from the shape of his mourning to the possible shades of guilt, rage, heartbreak and betrayal that might lie underneath it. ![]() Aside from jumbled memories of his early years, his romance with Jenny, we hear little directly from him. By giving the narration of the novel mostly to its women, Ruskovich sets Wade, the man at its heart, to the side. Yet the forceful, crackling life of her scenery isn’t quite matched by the characters that move within it. ![]() Ruskovich’s prose, which keenly captures the harsh beauty of the Idaho mountains where the novel takes place, can be intoxicating the sticky sourness of lemonade and the sting of woody smoke in the air hit the reader almost viscerally in the tastebuds and nose. ![]()
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