![]() This command of language, both informal and beautiful, lifts the work from a basic boy-meets-fantastical creature tale to something both familiar and tragically moving. The author nimbly exercises Sam’s running-monologue narration, with raunchy, sarcastic sentences and oddly vulnerable bro-speak weave with ethereal, spellbinding descriptions of love, scenery, or epiphany. ![]() Then we are still alone, but in the way sardines are alone.”), Madison’s novel offers up a feast of mythology and human nature. We’re not sure how we find one another, but we do. Split between Sam’s observations of the events and passages from the Girls’ collective attempts to explain their dramatic and confused origin (“First we are alone. Out of all these mysterious women, Sam finds DeeDee, who, like him, understands betrayal and parental abandonment but on a level that even he can’t fathom. These Girls (with a capital G) seem bound by unknowable rules. When Sam’s brother returns from college, their father takes them to a beach town that appears to be run by beautiful blonde young women, whose accents are unplaceable and exotic. ![]() ![]() ![]() Last winter, Sam’s mother ran away into “something called Women’s Land,” leaving his father first catatonic, then weirdly proactive and involved in Sam’s life. ![]()
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