Per Petterson

Coming from a lesser author, such a bleak premise as found in I Curse the River of Time might make for a depressing and uneventful tale. It’s still both of those things, yet in Petterson’s hands the book is the ideal vehicle for displaying the author’s considerable talent at perfectly conveying the unsaid. He’s a master of quietude, as he first revealed in his runaway hit Out Stealing Horses. Yet here he abandons the whisper of violence Horses had, and his writing is stronger for it. It’s now unfiltered Petterson, and it’s awesome.