I had this vision, though it was more of a feeling than something I saw, of what the Glory was. . . . It was a single moment in which I noticed all the red evening light in the room and felt Jenny leaning against me, felt her every breath, and heard a few mindless bird chirps a black string of Glory sound coming from some place outside a treetop, a rain gutter I would never see. It wasn't that you were going to die and go on living for an eternity after death. It wasn't that at all.
The quality of these perceptions joined with Fulton's ability to convince us that they belong to his young protagonist makes this quiet first novel memorable.
John Fulton reads from More than Enough at Shaman Drum Bookshop on Thursday, September 19.
[Originally published in September, 2002.]