Hypnotic from the first sentence. A novice could not have written something, with this style, imagery and profound love of these complicated characters. DO not expect the mystery to be solved. Ms. Oates is far ahead of the game. The repetitions are placed there for a reason, the prose itself feels like a glass of wine on a chilly late Spring day upstate. Savor it. This is a book of disappearances, the meaning of family, art and lost hopes. Or what you want to see.
I will never find another book like this. Am in withdrawal. I read it in two days.
Enjoy and tell me what you think. How deep can we go into the metaphorical earth?