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Average rating4.5
Had no idea Armenian-Americans held such a rich response to tragedy. Staring into something hopeless and walking through it without lardering over it with boosterish “hope,” politics, or sentiment. More a sense of compulsory momentum, tragically persisted within.
The title story merits a second read after you’ve been startled. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8” felt contemporary for the meeting of disembodied voices and their eventual loss.