Less emotionally raw than Watkins’s previous book ... I will admit that I loved this novel most when Watkins set aside her exhausting, if justified, litanies long enough to show her characters at their most vulnerable.
Churning with Rose’s ethical, profane, furious, funny, and cosmic reflections and forays into desert geology, ancient goddess cultures, and numerous books, Watkins’ keen and righteous novel wrestles with myriad paradoxes, spirituality, and how ecocide does 'deep, grievous injury to the collective soul.'
