RaveThin Rising Vapors...a novel as disorienting as it is heartfelt, a work that calls into question how we think about the people who shaped us and how we should, in turn, view ourselves ... Rogoff manages to fertilize Thoreau’s words with his own, tenderly cultivating the ensuing bloom into thoughts and sentiments that reach beyond the original context, sprouting off shoots and stems of newly transcendent ideas for another generation of readers ... Rogoff casts his characters’ lives through the various looking glasses of memory, memoir, and myth until none of the characters—and least of all the reader—can be sure of the details, only their profound importance. The facts remain shrouded, but the consequences pierce the dark, loud as a loon’s call ... Such is Rogoff’s penchant for characterization that even inanimate objects in the cabin drip with personality ... Some passages quiver with the nuanced terror of a Shirley Jackson story; others recall Camus as characters muse philosophically toward abstraction. But across every page flow the carefully crafted sentences of a letter written to a childhood friend, the kind of missive certain people might choose to type on an old Remington in the quiet solitude of a lakeside cabin.
