This is a novel: a story about a significant portion of a person’s life. In fact, it contains several characters, many of whom grow and succeed, while others fail disastrously.
The writing is fresh, with strong characters. For example, “Mattias wonders what’s flashing through his mom’s mind. He hopes it’s nothing. He wishes memories were like car windows and all you had to do was squeegee them clean.”
And this: “The mountain looks neon in the moonlight, like there’s a spotlight lodged in its belly. With every step, Easy hears voices in the trees, coyotes nipping at his heels, laughter, all sorts of weird stuff. The only way he can silence it is to stop and hold his breath. Then there’s quiet. A frozen kind of quiet with the trees all still and brittle looking. Even his shadow looks frozen. Then, with that first step, everything chattering again. Like he’s being followed. By a mountain.”
There is action: “The kid studies the floor like he’s looking for a good place to spit, then, and it happens so quickly Norwood isn’t sure the kid ever looks up at all, he slams his empty pint glass into the side of the man’s head. Just about the last thing Norwood is expecting.”
There is personal choice, lots of it. Pretty much every character makes a key decision that changes a key situation.
No carps. Maybe a single typo. Nothing.
There is interpersonal action, for example this: “He turns back over, wraps his arms around Deana and feels her small calloused hand slide into his. Suddenly the bed doesn’t feel so crowded anymore , and he closes his eyes, a feeling like something may have just been decided coming over him, like somehow his life has just shifted in the space of that one small touch.”
One final quote: “She stares at her phone as her father’s tree sways back and forth outside the window. Like it’s shaking its head at her. Judging. Which would be just like him. She can still feel him, see him, everywhere. Her father was like a bruise she sometimes mistook for a smudge of dirt. It was only when she went to try and scrub it off that it started hurting.”
While there is sex, it is not graphic, and it is essential to the characters. This is suitable material for adults, and probably mature teen-agers.
Stars. My personal guidelines, when doing any review, are as follows: five stars means, roughly equal to best in genre. Rarely given. Four stars means, extremely good. Three stars means, definitely recommendable. I am a tough reviewer. This is a bit like Hemingway, a bit like Faulkner, and uniquely Zerndt, and clearly in the five-star category. Brailling for Wile is highly recommended.