![]() ![]() Far too often Myles overwhelms her subject with writing that fails to reward the effort required to unpack it. Pat, pat, rubbing behind the ears, looking in your eyes for years.”įor long stretches, however, that kind of amused self-awareness goes missing in action, replaced by a self-conscious and ponderous air of high seriousness. ![]() ![]() “The pathetic thing about humans,” a wry and eloquent Rosie observes, “is they think that everything is in their hands, and their hands are in or on everything. So, in a very different, comic meter, is that imagined talk-show interview of Rosie by Oscar the puppet. Passages about a planned mating session with another dog (“The Rape of Rosie”) and her pet’s decline into incontinence are vividly done. And you muscle around a yellow fireplug.” The hub! And a leaf falls in the still life of the world. A ring a shallow cup around a central gleaming circle. Suddenly even wheels hubcaps are interesting. “Tiny paws on the side of the screen her shadow leads at a decent pace. In re-creating the walks they took together in various places, Myles’ flowing, comma-resistant prose captures the way that ordinary dog behavior can train one’s grateful attention on the transitory, mundane facts of existence. ![]() There is, above all, the consuming power and amplitude of feeling the author had for her canine companion of 16 years. ![]()
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