PanThe Yale Review of BooksPaul chose Greece for its predictable whiteness: the blanching heat by day, the rush of stars at night, the glint of the lime-washed houses crowding its coast. Blinding, searing, somnolent, fossilized Greece. This florid mess is not simply the endearing overwriting of a first-time novelist. It is illogical and inaccurate … The rebel, Fenno, narrates Part II, which is by far the longest and strongest section of the novel...but this trite psychological journey doesn’t interest me. I’m just happy that Fenno’s perspective isn’t entirely saccharine … These characters are so two-dimensional that their tragedies are amusing.