I just finished Janet Hepburn’s Flee, Fly, Flown and it was wonderful. A colleague of mine described it as Thelma and Louise and I totally agree, with one caveat – it’s Thelma and Louise plus dementia.
Dementia plays a huge role in this narrative and kind of drapes a melancholy blanket over the whole thing. Honestly, I’ve watched a few relatives deal with this disease and parts of this novel felt a little too close to home. But I think that’s what literature is supposed to do – life is full of uncomfortable truths and good books should force us to confront them.
Speaking of uncomfortable truths, the next title on my list is Thomas King’s The Inconvenient Indian: A Curious Account of Native People in North America.