Susan Palwick’s Mending the Moon is a very hard book to describe. It’s about life and death—but isn’t everything, when you come down to it? I’ve raved about Palwick before, her amazing SF novel Shelter, her fascinating fantasy The Necessary Beggar, and her disturbing collection The Fate of Mice. Mending the Moon is like and unlike these. It’s like them in being terrifically well-written, but it’s not like them in that it is, I suppose, a mainstream novel. It’s about people in the real world. It doesn’t have fantastical elements, except in the superhero comic book that many of the characters read, “Comrade Cosmos.” It’s really wonderful and I recommend it highly, but I find it remarkably hard to describe.