Michael Martrich wrote a totally gorgeous and insightful review of Great Divide that make me feel like this book-writing racket isn't so bad. It's really more of an essay about the oceanic nature of the twentieth-first-century end times, if that sweetens the pot for anyone. Read it here!
Great Divide is a novel about memory, the power of the past to shape and subsume the present, and the pressing, terrible need to escape the drowning force of history.
"A Fable" published in Monkeybicycle
"One day my grandfather was out driving. This was after the war, after my grandparents were married and living in Pennsylvania with my aunt Sarah, before my father was born. As he was driving, he became sure that he had hit something back along the road behind him, so he turned around to check."