Every bit as good as Hector Tovar’s brilliant The Tattooed Soldier in the way that it shows you the inside of people you would describe as “inhuman,” and makes them real to you. Danticat is a powerful novelist, and this novel, with its flawed sculpture, will stay with you.

More of a novel-in-stories than Danticat’s other novels. (She’s a master of both the short story and the novel, which is why it works so well).

Also, just as a daughter, I have to admire the way she tells this story, showing how we can imagine the best and the worst of our fathers.