The Echo Maker, a National Book Award finalist, featured stretches of good and interesting writing laboring to advance a story that eventually settles (collapses would be too strong a word) clumsily under the weight of a too cute story. A book about a devastating neurological disorder shouldn’t feature flat, unsympathetic characters, but this one does. Maybe I didn’t get it.
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