Review of Einstein’s Beach House
I received Einstein’s Beach House from the author in exchange for an honest review. Having not read anything by Jacob M. Appel, I was curious but without expectation.
When the book arrived, I flipped through the pages before pausing at the top of pg 22, “La Tristesse Des Herissons.”
“WE’D BEEN LIVING TOGETHER for eight months when we adopted the hedgehog. I’d wanted a German shepherd or a Doberman Pinscher – a fearless intimidating animal that could accompany me jogging in the park late at night. Adeline wanted a baby.”
I clutched the book to my chest and screamed for my husband. He came running.
“You have to hear this passage!”
He probably thought I had lost it, but I could feel the “happy” neurons in my brain firing in unison. OK, that’s an exaggeration. I will say I am now a huge fan of this author. I have never before clutched a book to my chest. Lol. Appel’s voice is unique, smooth, full-bodied like a great glass of wine. (A luscious mouthfeel)
He gives us eight short stories. Each an emotional romp/exploration through the unpredictable/complex, even pathological human mind. Many of the stories are similar in style, theme, which work to ground the reader/a reminder that every story mirrors another. We are all tied together by the limitations of our flawed human psyche. I could go on and on, but I’ll let you savor these stories on your own.
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