Fondue is just the best. We capitalized on a groupon and feasted on two kinds of cheese (Traditional Swiss Chalet and Mediterranean) and two kinds of chocolate (Grand Chocolat and Reese's Peanut Butter Swirl), and we'd do all of it again. We didn't even miss the meat course, which Megan says is overrated. The lower Greenville area has so many excellent restaurants and hang-out spaces. It's impossible to go wrong here.
I know I'm making little sense here, but I promise the book makes quite a bit of sense--although, you do have to get comfortable with mystery, miracles, unresolved story threads, and a smorgasbord of characters. When trying to come up with a characterization of this book, the best I could say was that it's a mashup of The Fall of the Year (the-fall-of-the-year-shell-shack.html), The Monsters of Templeton (the-monsters-of-templeton-ida-claire.html), and the Welcome to the Night Vale podcast.
Davis shows her endless creativity in this piece, and I love how we weave in and out of characters' thoughts through free, indirect style. You even get chapters from the perspectives of dogs, cats, beavers, and lichen! Add this to your reading list along with whatever else Kathryn Davis has written (Megan and I throw in a good word for Duplex, which is just as good as, though trippier than, The Thin Place).
"George was gay as a box of birds."
"If you are a single woman and you invite a couple for dinner, you may be asking for trouble. If only for the duration of that dinner, you may be required to lend your presence to the formation of a three-sided, three-dimensional object, a drama with three starring roles--Adam, Eve, Snake."
"The minds of twelve-year-old girls are wound round and round with golden chains, padlocked shut, and the key tossed out the car window on the way to the fast-food restaurant. This is probably a good thing, since what they keep in there isn't always very nice. Human sacrifices, cockeyed sexual adventures both sadistic and masochistic, also kitties with balls of yarn and puppies chewing on slippers and soft pink babies and disembowelings."
"Life has nowhere to move, being everywhere, doesn't move though it's always in motion, is the leaf is the trash is the girl's pierced navel the worm the cat's paw the lengthening shadows."