Back in March, I read a review of this debut novel in The Washington Post. Sounded interesting, so I bought the hardback. Read most of it yesterday (while marketed as a novel, it's more like a novella with a blank page between most chapters). I give it 2 out 5 stars. Her prose is good enough where I didn't feel the urge to skim sentences, but I just didn't get the plot, though I'm pretty sure she was more concerned with theme and metaphors. I went on Goodreads and a few reviewers mentioned the word Lynchian; that tracks — this is the type of story David Lynch would be attracted to.
Oh, and why did Davis have her protagonist read a Swedish mystery without mentioning who the detective is? I'm 99% sure it's Wallander. I dunno, seemed like an odd choice to withhold that name.
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