The thread tightens only to suddenly find more slack; Yoella can’t seem to figure out what happened any sooner than we readers can, and this becomes the other project of Blum’s novel and Yoella’s propulsive, painful story: how do we love fully and yet fail at loving? For all its uncanny unanswerability, this is a firmly earthbound, often beautiful, and wholly soul-stirring contemplation of parental love and the effortful, lifelong desire to see beyond the gauze of our own perceptions.
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