This is a love story on many levels which I enjoyed thoroughly and would recommend without reservation. It only started to annoy me in the last third when I began to fear that it would turn into a depressive cheat. When it didn’t, and that wasn’t a sure thing until the very end, I was relieved, and impressed at the artistic manipulation. And reassured that I’d invested my time wisely.
It starts slow. I lost interest several times, put it down, and forgot about it. But I kept remembering and coming back. Partly it was the religion. You don’t find much good writing these days that takes belief seriously. I suppose most fans will be about the young writer’s age and familiar with his music. I’m quite a bit older, and I’d never heard of Bill Deasy, only his book. But it doesn’t require a generational hook. It even reminded me, in surprise flashes, of my own college days, in the dim, distant, ancient past. Now I’ll look into his music.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 