At 128 pages, The Reservoir is described as a novella. Fever dream would be more apt.
“’Over my dead body will you go back to that land of demons and monsters. . . . Did you learn nothing from the past?’”
“. . . both fantastical and touchingly human.”
“a fascinating piece of writing from a master storyteller”
“Cowboy Graves lacks the wild ambition and gravity of Bolaño’s best work, but it’s still a tasty summation of his talents.”
“All of the pieces in Heathcliff Redux possess moments of brilliance and reflect Lily Tuck’s tremendous craftmanship.”
With age usually comes wisdom, and when waxing nostalgic, one usually sees the significance of youthful events in a new and understanding light.