Word: kitchened
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...novel's opening words are "there is a wasp in the kitchen," and with such an ominous beginning we are immediately set on edge, armed with the knowledge that somewhere in the novel, someone is in danger. The wasp scare turns out to be incidental, but it does serve to introduce us to the family of main characters whose lives are destined to fall apart...
Another washtub houses a series of red, yellow and blue kitchen sponges which float at random in the water. When a child opens the flood gates, the water level begins to rise. The gate-master must determine which way the water is running and how to stop the tub from getting full...
...Risk is also a carefully composed work of fiction. From its first lines ("There is a wasp in the kitchen. Drawn by the smell of apricot jam, lazy from the morning's heat, the wasp hovers above the children"), Hoffman establishes a rhythm of inevitability. She sketches a bosky world in Massachusetts, populates it with wholesome families and engaging eccentrics. One young woman with modest paranormal powers seems like a character prewired for film directors who might want to plug in an occult package. But in the book she represents a sensitivity to mysteries of life and death that Amanda...
Latin America offers passion. Latin America has a life -- big clouds, unambiguous themes, tragedy, epic -- that the U.S., for all its quality of life, yearns to have. Latin America offers an undistressed leisure, a crowded kitchen table, even a full sorrow. Such is the urgency of America's need that it reaches right past a fledgling, homegrown Hispanic-American culture for the darker bottle of Mexican beer, for the denser novel of a Latin American master...
Leon Malard at his kitchen table smiled a good open smile when he talked about Sioux Indians being called to Ohio to do a rain dance, priests shaking holy water on farm fields and prayer gatherings in sale barns. Show business. The forces out there are so huge and incomprehensible, you don't waste energy trying to stop them in their tracks. You hunker down, you survive. Malard has for 60 years, and his dad before him, and before that his grandfather, who homesteaded on the Missouri River...