Have been on a Bret Lott kick lately, reading through his oeuvre. Not disappointed. Reading his body of work backwards, it’s been rewarding. I see the images, the sounds, the moods, etc. that recur.

The novel I completed this evening was the first one he published. It’s about marriage, trying to make it work, about losing a child, about how hateful spouses can sometimes be to one another, about grief and anger, and about the ache of it all.

But amidst, in, and among all of that, there is love. And friendship. And a kind word. And an invitation to go deer hunting with one’s plumber, and a revelation of hubris and human folly.

All that to say, it’s all here–in this first novel. It has its flaws, as does everything this side of Genesis 3, but it’s a fine story about tender matters. And I commend it to you.