Brilliant experimental, surrealist fiction from the award-winning author of
Snowball, Dragonfly, Jew
A wonderful dream and a horrific nightmare, a fuzzy consciousness of pain and family,
Pockets
is a novel of fragments — both literally and figuratively. In a series of prose-poem chapters, the nameless narrator, in a largely Jewish 1960s suburb in the northern reaches of Toronto, repeatedly enters the world, as if for the first time. His landscape is one of trilobite fossils, bicycles with banana seats, Red Skelton, and overwhelming loss. Among shadows that both comfort and threaten, a brother who drifts through the sky, he finds his narrative full of pockets of emptiness he can’t help but try to fill.
A heartbreakingly personal and profound work,
redefines the novel, delivering infinite scope in something diminutive, pocket-sized. Every reading brings new revelations.