A moving, psychologically acute, formally surprising family saga.
Puchner’s latest unfolds at first like a familiar (though stylish) literary romance. It’s summer 2004. Cece, about to marry a promising young doctor named Charlie, has arrived early at her fiance’s family lake house in Salish, Montana, where she makes final wedding preparations alongside their unlikely officiant, Garrett—a Middlebury friend of Charlie’s who, after a tragic death for which he felt responsible, dropped out of college and returned home to Montana to heft baggage at the airport and tend to both his psychic wounds and his dying father. Garrett is an atheist who doesn’t believe in marriage, an environmentalist who works for a polluter, a risk taker, and an incorrigible smartass; he and Cece clash immediately. The reader knows just where this is headed…but the inevitable romantic chaos (which takes place amid a norovirus outbreak that picks off the wedding party one by one) turns out to be not a destination but the starting point for an unusual and captivating family saga that will span 50 years, about half of them in a grim but realistic future of wildfire smoke and vanishing species. Cece and Garrett cross paths with Charlie (and his several wives) at first rarely and awkwardly, but later more regularly and affectionately. The next generation replicates and complicates the dynamic: Cece and Garrett’s daughter, Lana, and Charlie’s son, Jasper, are close friends, and after an adolescent entanglement that founders quickly and ends poorly, Lana—like her father—feels deeply guilty about what she’s done to Jasper, whose life takes a dark turn.
Sprawling and elegant—a novel that feels both old-fashioned and bracingly inventive.