I’ve just read it, and for the first time, this largish novella or smallish novel of 36,000 words. To put the conclusion first: a story of small size but great stature. A book of grief, the real thing; by its end, a book of what successful grieving looks like, feels like—it uncovers something sublime. And not the grief borne by the story’s protagonist only, though his is important to his story—most especially that which he bears for the deaths of…..