Ducks, Newburyport

Calling this book "difficult" or "dense" isn't quite the right descriptor. The narration feels like it slows down time enough to see each individual neuron firing as the main character worries incessantly about her world. Whether focusing on what's in front of her nose or despairing at the state of her nation, big and small concerns are folded in onto each other. Everything is connected with everything else. Despite it being such a long book — nearly a thousand pages — I still feel like I've witnessed it all through a pinhole, and I have so many unanswered questions.