The literary barometers love Life After Life. Once again, I may be missing something. Here’s the
conceit: What if you could keep coming back to life until you got it right? And
so the protagonist dies over and over, and comes back again and again, until
she does what you pretty much know she’s going to do from early on in the book.
It’s very cleverly structured. A neat parlour trick. But the writing is
pedestrian.
Daniel Woodrell is the freshest, darkest, most compelling
voice I’ve read this year. He’s been around for a while, writing what he’s
coined ‘country noir,’ but somehow I missed him until now. These stories, set in
the Ozarks, knocked my socks off.
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