In Jessica Keener's Night Swim, Sarah remembers her fifteenth summer in 1970s Boston and the events that would forever change her and her family. My review of this emotionally realistic coming-of-age story will appear next week.
I've been through this hundreds of times, this stirring about the house at three, four a.m., this deep hour when people closest in my life, Alan—my husband—and three sons, dissolve like particles in a sea. Time at this hour doesn't follow lines but circles and dips into underwater caves.—Night Swim, by Jessica Keener (Fiction Studio 2012; quotes are from uncorrected proofs)
. . . Then I turn off my computer, switch off my desk light, and in the darkness move down the hall to bed, returning to the past for answers, skipping as it is easy to do in my older mind from one year to the next, to a place that is no longer there. It's as if I [were] swimming toward forever, only backwards. (pp. 16-17)