How to describe the ambitious debut novel from the modern master of the short story, George Saunders? Here’s my attempt: if the singing busts from the Haunted Mansion ride at Disneyland collaborated on a work of prestige fiction.
I am currently harboring secret fantasies of hiding away to a cabin in Maine (Maine is nice, right?) and spending 2017 under a chunky-knit blanket with a good book. Even if hiding in a cabin won't actually prevent 2017 from happening, at least I can enjoy plenty of great literature from my tiny apartment in Manhattan.