After a lifetime as a fiction lover, some years ago I became fatigued by contemporary novels and short stories. Same tired tropes and tricks, same tired themes (do we really need another thinly disguised memoir detailing marital betrayal?, etc.). I turned to non-fiction and poetry exclusively.For whatever reason I read this. For the first time in a long time, I was transported and deeply moved by a novel. As others have noted, it does not take a conventional narrative form. Non-traditional stylization can make for a real slog, but for me this book was hard to put down. McCormack has a breathtaking ability to convey, with a profound and highly specific tenderness, the harshness and beauties of the quotidian and, most movingly, all that meaningfully transcends it. A work of art.