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Intense and propulsive ... Reads like a work of beautifully observed contemporary realism, an intimate and tender portrait of one mother’s day-to-day struggles to keep her children safe, and to find a little joy, in a damaged and dangerous world ... This sleek ride of a novel further cements Phillips’s position as one of our most profound writers of speculative fiction.
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Phillips specializes in imparting a gentle shimmer of uncanniness to the intimacies of domestic realism ... The book shrewdly connects maternal guilt to consumerism ... Phillips keeps her world just one degree shy of recognizability, deftly turning the dials of similarity and difference, a mechanic fine-tuning eeriness instead of car engines ... Nimble.
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Another reason that the stakes don’t feel quite as large as they could be is that the concept of being unrecognizable quickly loses its purchase ... Here’s the final turn of the superfluity screw: even in her vaunted facelessness, May has become supremely legible.
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