Daughter of Bugle Ann Book

Love is a raw current capable of derailing and frying everyone it sparks, as The Great Inland Sea makes manifest. David Francis's poetically spare novel spins out threads of infatuation and obsession and follows those skeins as they unravel in a topography that will enervate any heart unfortunate enough to cozy up there. Whether that environment is the harsh Australian outback or rogue horseracing tracks of 1950s Maryland and Delaware, life insists it must go on without you connecting with any straightforward meaningful intent to the people who should mean the most to you. All the truest hearts pump pale thin blood; hearts so pure would clog on the rich, red romance we so desire.