- Publishers Weekly
- Kirkus [starred review!]
"a cautionary tale and a cosmic warning" - Ann Beattie
"unsettling and completely original" - Elizabeth McKenzie
One global pandemic.
Countless states of mind we will quite possibly forget...
"Rob Roensch is the Jim Jarmusch of Central Oklahoma zoo-fiction—contemplative and dreamy and in awe of the strange”
- Benjamin Warner
"A tense and timely love story that probes the disastrous gulf between class and technology”
- Ben Marcus
"Endlessly inquisitive... a worthy addition to the canon of messy, strange, and keen women"
- Kirkus Reviews
that the new people in charge would have let it stay this way, but it is just the first day, and even the big man can’t do everything, Howard supposes, when all is said and done. Just like he thought all along, they have made a real mess of things and it will take time to clean it all up.
In certain angles of light, there is a subtle blue sheen to the black feathers on their heads; otherwise they are deeply unpleasant. Their eyes are flat. Their beaks are crooked, like overgrown fingernails. They sound like malfunctioning appliances.
The possibility of ‘freezing’ entire families in place at a moment in time had become a particularly attractive one to some. I looked over at Diane, the lights of the presentation flickering in her eyes. Her talk was supposed to address these very issues.
The first time in 1927 in Vienna, under the surgical knife of one Dr. Halban, who was reputed to have performed sex changes on men. All the ransacking of her childhood on the couch of her mentor Sigmund Freud had not cured Marie’s frigidity...
To reveal a character’s essence. To deliver telling moments. To take a reader’s breath away.