Another sort of writer might send Frankie up, might make of her an object of aspirational satire. Advertisement Continue reading the main storyAt this point “A Line Made by Walking” becomes a wallow, a trunk of oozing funk, a narrative in which very little happens. But by its midpoint, Baume’s novel begins to stall. “Do you get up every morning,” she asks the woman who is cutting her hair, “and do that to your hair? The woman does not answer.

Source: New York Times April 25, 2017 20:59 UTC