A boy survives a bombing at the Metropolitan Museum, takes a painting out with him, and spends the next fourteen years and eight hundred pages failing to deal with that.
The Las Vegas section is the best writing and the most divisive. Two teenagers alone in an abandoned subdivision, which is where the book stops being about grief and starts being about the people you attach to in its absence.
It is too long and the final philosophical passage argues a case the preceding seven hundred pages had already made.
Read November 2017.