Never let it be said that this book wears its research lightly. There’s scarcely a page that doesn’t quote from one source or another,usually but not always high culture, to remind you that author has done her homework. A philosophical novel about love? Okay. But does it really have to be so top heavy? Having said that, there were moments of enjoyment and humor that leavened the density. But for me it was just a bit too much, the think-y emphasis and reference. Better luck integrating, next time.

I have read all of Calhoun's books and this one, her first novel, was a delight. It definitely feels like auto-fiction in interesting and intriguing ways too. The characters are sharply drawn, and I appreciate Calhoun's close look at family and family systems.