By the close of Part 1 of Paul Yoon’s wonderful new novel, Etna, I was weeping freely. I’m not sure anyone needs to hear about the puddle I was in by novel’s end ... Devastating and gorgeous.
For all its compactness, Etna has the shape of an epic ... Stands out among Yoon’s work ... This is, at times, a wrenching novel, strewn with broken bodies, but its atrocities never overwhelm its faith in creaturely communion, and in grief and longing that clarify, rather than obscure, one’s desires and selfhood.
