

And it leaves you delusional in the way the best narratives do: Who might you have been if you'd let yourself transform? What does reinvention even mean, and is it possible or worthy? Not since The Leftovers has a work of fiction made me feel so full, despite its steadfast unwillingness to answer any of the questions it poses. It's a meditation on why we believe what we do and how myths are made. Only one finds her way out.įorest Dark is reverential in its treatment of faith and the divine. Both travel from New York to a brutalist hotel in Tel Aviv and the depths of the desert wilderness. Oddly, then, given its near-transcendent prose and the clip of its pace, it turns on a novelist with writer's block and a wealthy man who has decided to divest himself of his every worldly possession. But whatever your attachments, you'll find that Forest Dark, her latest novel, is her finest yet. With her signature poetic prose, Morrison tells the story of Pecola Breedlove, a young Black girl who longs for her eyes to turn blue, and the nightmare of that dream coming true. The truth is I liked Nicole Krauss's Great House better than her iconic and universally beloved The History of Love.
