This short novel is a disruption — in 1982 & now. It‘s about the sorrow of domestic life. It‘s about the way that people crave a “home” and how sometimes, despite your best efforts, you‘re never quite able to make one (or keep it).
At first, I thought reading Shark Heart in the same year as this would dull its novelty but it‘s a different beast (not just taxonomically but tonally). Too bleak to become a favorite but it feels poignant & memorable.