By Kirsten Kaschock
Coffee House Press.
286 pp. $16.
Reviewed by Alison Barker
By the end of Kirsten Kaschock's debut novel Sleight, questions abound. How does she do that - create a novel like a set of Russian nesting dolls, each whimsical creation housing a new wonder? And, can someone please do the performance art she invents - called "sleight" - in the real world? Most important: Why can't more novels use fairy tale to ask big questions?
In Sleight we encounter part-living, part-inanimate objects called Needs and Souls; artists who apprentice as "hands" in secluded farmhouses; a girl's imaginary friend who is her late grandfather (as a young child), and a young man perpetually clutching a heavy rock (alternating hands year by year).