“The seaside, working class hamlets of Raebeck’s LOUSE POINT are inhabited by half-broken people—the
lost and alone, ballplayers and fishermen, the separated and grieving—all who
share the modest dream of becoming the heroes of their own lives. Not many
succeed, but none of them stop trying. If you didn’t know this was fiction you
would assume Raebeck was writing about the real-life people he knows and he
just painted them faithfully to their natural selves without a trace of
sentimentality or likelihood of epiphany.
There’s sleight-of-hand here, too: by the book’s end the assortment of
characters has quietly accumulated to illuminate the unique American landscape
they share, the east end of Long Island. The people, and the world they
inhabit, do exactly what all good fiction does: live on in memory long after
you’ve finished reading.”
—David Stevenson, author, most recently,
of Warnings Against Myself