![]() Diaz’s debut novel, In the Distance, was a wonder: a western remix with a surreal journey across America from west to east, filled with sparse reveries of open spaces. Perhaps when we’re excited for a book, we hold it to too high a standard. But: a nesting doll novel that features an unreliable sequence of interconnected narrators, multiple iterations of 1930’s Swiss sanatoriums, an interpolated novella that’s also a mild pastiche of early 20 th century American literature, copious research in the New York Public Library, an examination of the financial structures that undergird our world, and a recurring Bluebeard myth? It’s as if Hernan Diaz’s latest novel, Trust, was built in a lab to hit my pleasure nodes.Īnd yet, I can’t shake the feeling that something is missing here, like a gorgeous cut of meat that needed a touch more seasoning and a bit more sear. ![]() It’s a rare thing to fall in love at first conceit. ![]()
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