09 May, 2010
Jerome Charyn's story in the annual fiction section of The Atlantic, written in a close 3rd person POV with a section in omniscient, started with suspense but faltered somewhat with a jumpiness and hodgepodge. To me, it felt like an outline for a novel. Upon a second reading, the story felt more cohesive but then details bothered me. For example, when Naomi suddenly said she wanted to marry a Bronx Van Gogh. Never saw that coming. And, "Suddenly Howell was getting the hang of talking to this hellion in a wheelchair." WHAT!