A Year in Reading: Adam O’Fallon Price
Of all the books I read this year, none stuck with me quite like ’s . I realize the greatness of this book is not, as they say, new news—my temperament is such that I often come late to long-beloved novels and unnecessarily evangelize them. is an economical marvel, a funny and sadistic little hundred-page narrative containing, somehow, the entire lives of seven women. Everyone knows this, and for something less obvious—for something it possesses that it sometimes feels to me so many books these days don’t—that is, the story it tells about itself.
