I read another, more recent, novel of his last year, My Father’s Dreams. It impressed me a great deal and I recommend that one unreservedly. This, not so much. It put me in mind, a bit, of Jerzy Pilch’s His Current Woman. A not quite believable extended family, including hangers-on, who move to the country for peace and quiet and—surprise, surprise—don’t find it. The happenings are a bit too absurd to swallow after a bit. Though I saw one review that called it “dense with symbolism,” I’m not so sure. On the other hand, maybe I’m just not a good enough reader. ( )