From Publishers Weekly
An unspecified tragedy shadows this quietly poignant novel, which unfolds in flashbacks as its narrator drives toward the English coast on a snowy December day. Paul, a potter, is mentally addressing his young son, Euan, as he drives, telling his own history and also remembering the first five and a half years of Euan's life. As a boy, Paul is brought up by his father, a self-absorbed sculptor; his mother killed herself when Paul was Euan's age. His grandmother and grandfather offer him a kind of shelter, but not until he meets his future wife, Ruth, in art school is he the recipient of true affection. With a clear and lucid eye, Cowan limns a collection of short, significant moments in Paul's life, which define him as a man, lover and father. Like many men, Paul measures the value and richness of his life against the lives of his father and grandfather, seeking both similarities and differences that could yield up new revelations in his existential quest. If Cowan (Pig; Common Ground) sometimes lulls the reader with cozy, tender vignettes like snapshots in a dog-eared photo album, there's a mounting sense of dread throughout, leading to a terrifying scene of sudden loss. While the source of Paul's frenzied grief can be intuited early on, the ambiguous ending comes close to melodrama. Even so, the reader's attention is captured not so much by one significant moment as by the narrative's accumulated force and momentum, which, as in life, overwhelms and makes this book memorable and engrossing. (Mar.)Forecast: Like his compatriots Helen Dunmore and Margot Livesey, Cowan excels at crafting haunting domestic tales, and his latest novel will attract readers with an appreciation for intimate, finely wrought fiction.
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Paul is a talented potter who nevertheless molds his crockery with the same ambivalence that has shaped his lonely life. He is the son of a well-known sculptor who fashions his art from blocks of steel and has nothing to offer in the way of fatherly comfort. Each man bears a strong resemblance to his material of choice. His father is cold and unyielding, while Paul begins life as pliable as clay and matures into a man riddled with cracks. The novel begins with Paul taking inventory of his life on what would have been his dead son's sixth birthday. Paul has taken to heavy drinking and smoking, wandering from place to place as he revisits the places he shared with his beloved boy. Cowan takes the reader inside the mind of a mourning man and conveys the emotions behind Paul's memories so vividly that it feels very much like being led through an eerie maze of hazy corridors. This novel is a journey through sadness, ironically awakening a bittersweet yearning to embrace life.
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