Compassion and bravura ‘compression’ combine to dazzling effect to produce a profound meditation on love/grief/loss. Random memories-thoughts-scraps become the book. The writing’s more akin to music, when music touches raw emotion. It’s as vivid a picture of grief as you’re likely to get. Dirty, heartbreaking, hilarious. A breathtaking collision of word-&-image. A compelling modern fable.
Whether you read the Crow as real or symbolic matters not one jot. Porter’s achievement is to confront grief head-on as a painful but inescapable part of life. This heart-wrenching, memorably ugly-beautiful description of the aftermath of loss is wondrous, ultimately hopeful and simply extraordinary.