A father/son bonding tale that won a Pulitzer. No question, its author is a major writer. This novel, however, just does not have the staying power to survive the 21st century.
In Haddam, summer floats over tree-softened streets like a sweet lotion balm from a careless, languorous god, and the world falls in tune with its own mysterious anthems.
I feel the push, pull, the weave and sway of others.