I've been having trouble figuring out what to write about this, but perhaps it would suffice to say that this is the finest novel intended for adults that I've read in a long time**. So maybe I'll mostly just steal the author's words from a moment in the novel when the author goes all meta on us.
It's a quiet novel about the long term friendship between two couples, and is entirely lacking in "the high life, the conspicuous waste, the violence, the kinky sex, the death wish [...] the suburban infidelities, the promiscuities, the convulsive divorces, the alcohol, the drugs, the lost weekends [...] the hatreds, the political ambitions, the lust for power [... the ...] speed, noise, ugliness, everything," in fact, "that novelists seize upon and readers expect."
In short, it has everything I want and none of the bull.
** I liked Behemoth (YA SFF) and Night (non-fiction) equally well this year, but they are very different works.
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