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Average rating3.8
I don't know man.
I'd been having trouble connecting with the voice of the thing, the loping regional vernacular. I'm nearly 100 pages in before its weird paranoid rambling just goes from 0 to holy crap in a few short pages. The following act is filed with so many uncanny contrivances and over orchestrated set pieces that it starts feeling encumbered and I'm almost relieved to have a basketball game to turn to.
Just a little lost I guess. It's weird to frame the native deaths at the hands of angry white bar patrons and police as a reckoning for their own past acts. The innocents made bloody collateral in this karmic war. How the circle gets closed. It's scattered and uneven, the pacing hiccupping along in sporadic bursts instead of truly building tension and clarifying the stakes.