The novel is such a clever study of dementia — the ebbs and flows of the illness itself. The progression from a woman who is mobile, continent and conversant — even if in an erratic way — to a woman who needs full time care; the periods of calm and stability to the swift progression of falls, incontinence, and full time care. All of this is dealt with sensitively but without being overly sentimental.
Part of this book’s message is to preserve a few moments of history, to return a bit of what was lost during Hurricane Katrina. Poetry aided in commemorating this event so that it will remain in the collective memory of this country. It is a service to those whose words were lost and to those who have endured Hurricane Katrina and are now enduring Hurricane Harvey.
It’s beautifully written and it’s the perfect way to learn more about the people in this great country of ours.
Set in a dystopian future, Bone Machine travels far and wide across the desert with his partner in search of the most valued possession to those with power and weapons: books.
This is not a story full of dramatic incident; it is in fact rather understated — and probably all the better for it. The intrigue comes from the carefully drawn characters, the attention to detail, and the care with which the story is told.
While this book clearly documents the trials and tribulations of running, it also documents the pure pleasure that can be gained from slipping on a pair of trainers and setting off.
I really enjoy reading indigenous perspectives because I think it offers a window into a very complicated part of our society that many people don’t bother to understand or listen to. Why is this fact not talked about more? Why are so many people still so ignorant to this part of our history?