Immigrant Blues

From The Washington Post:

Book_2 AWAY by Amy Bloom.

Amy Bloom knows the urgency of love. As a practicing psychotherapist, she must have heard that urgency in her patients’ stories, and in 1993 when she broke onto the literary scene with Come To Me, we heard it in hers. She has never strayed from that theme. Four years later, she published Love Invents Us and followed that with another collection in 2000, A Blind Man Can See How Much I Love You. A finalist for the National Book Award and the National Book Critics Circle Award, Bloom writes with extraordinary care about people caught in emotional and physical crosswinds: desires they can’t satisfy, illnesses they can’t survive, and — always — love that exceeds the boundaries of this world.

It’s the kind of humid, overwrought territory where you’d expect to find pathos and melodrama growing like mold, but none of that can survive the blazing light of her wisdom and humor. Now, with her aptly named second novel, Away, Bloom has stepped confidently into America’s past to work in that old and ever-expanding genre of immigrant lit. It seems, at first, a familiar tune, but she plays it with lots of brio and erotic charge.

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