Dinosaurs | Lydia Millet

This is a quiet book, which I really like. And it's short if that's something that appeals to you (and why wouldn't it?). There's a sense of anticipation throughout this slim volume. It's quiet but with a thrum of emotion running through it. The story starts with the main character, Gil, taking a long walk, from NYC to Phoenix. Little is said about that journey though. It's not a tale from the road. Gil, it is revealed, had a tragic start to his life but also a fortuitous one since he is unspeakably wealthy. And he feels a lot of guilt about being so rich. When his partner leaves him, he feels the need to feel pain. Hence the walk.

Gil buys a house, unseen, and moves in, and is quickly welcomed by his next door neighbors (Ardis, Ted, kids Clem and Tom) who live in a house with glass walls. He becomes integrated into their lives and tries to be helpful with their kids -- again, as a way to atone for his wealth. He can watch their life, literally and by watching Gil can insert himself as he wishes or, toward the end of the book, whether he wants to or not. He calls his large home a "castle" and doesn't seem particularly attached to it, yet it's still "home." Many things happen that could develop into full-blown drama, but Millet isn't going there with Gil. I love the restraint. The book is about Gil, not the events of Gil's life.

Some reviewers found the book unsatisfying. It doesn't really end, which can be bothersome, and there's no big catharsis, but I rather liked it. I like the idea of the family you choose, or that presents itself and happily works out, and I like the idea the journey of trying to find your place, to make a life have meaning. Was it the best book I've read? No, but it's sticky--I'm still thinking about it.