hs This collection is not as good as the previous collection, though it does have slightly more international feel (several stories are translations). Despite the title, there is more than Greek mythology in play here as well. Perhaps because it is sadder, the term that Bernheimer us...
This one was on sale at my favorite bookstore, and after reading the blurb I decided to pick up the cute little volume and have a go. The story is about a town perpetually stuck in February, who is also a character in the book. The surreal mood of the book confused me a little bit because I wasn't s...
I am biased. I love a fascinating story with daring storytelling methods that allow the reader to interpret it any way s/he sees fit. While reading Light Boxes, I saw it as a personal allegory for mental illness, but I tend to insert my own struggles into good fiction, so that is my fault. It's not ...
I can't resist a surrealist fairytale. And it doesn't get any more surreal than the death of flight, brought on by an endless personified winter who lives in the clouds with a girl who smells of honey and smoke, torturing the folk of a small town while kidnapping its children. Obviously this can onl...
Thaddeus Lowe, lives with his wife, Selah, and their daughter, Bianca, in a small town that appears to be unnamed. For some reason an individual called February has decreed that it should remain winter for all time, so for the last three hundred days this demiurge has imposed a perpetual February u...
The epigraph to this book is a quote by Joseph Wood Krutch and reads: "The most serious charge which can be brought against New England is not Puritanism but February." As a resident of Wisconsin reading this in the middle of February, I chuckled to myself in a knowing way as I cracked this book op...
This book was not my cup of tea. I'm all for a little fantasy and allegory but this book is one giant dream-like story FILLED to the brim with symbolism and metaphor. Maybe I just didn't fully understand what the Author was trying to say but I'm not quite sure if I want to. I couldn't even follow th...
Poetic, prescient, almost mythic in its simplicity. Unlike any book I've ever read: Jones is a genius for mood, allegory, poetic prose, and dissident voices.
Wanted to be a winter version of Watermelon Sugar, but never quite got there. The priests should have been snow leopards; February was too many people.
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