![]() But Crow, framed against and obscured by the “blackness of his trauma,” is also very real. “I wished I wasn’t lying terrified in a giant bird embrace in my hallway.” Crow is a metaphor, borrowed from the poems of Ted Hughes, whom debut novelist Porter rightly reveres-and indeed, Dad is a Hughes scholar, gently berated by the great man himself for posing a dissertation instead of a question at a reading. “I lay back, resigned, and wished my wife wasn’t dead,” says Dad. ![]() It’s worse, and more complicated still, when a huge crow takes her place. ![]() It’s bad enough to lose a spouse, too soon and unexpectedly, and be left to bring children up alone. ![]()
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