HOTHOUSE BLOOM

A young woman inherits an apple orchard and sets out to realign her life with the rhythms of the natural world.

Anna, a former painter in her late 20s, has inherited a remote apple orchard upon her grandfather Joe’s death. Joe was a distant figure, yet in the lush, permaculture farm Joe has left her, Anna finds not only traces of her grandfather’s essential warmth, but also a path forward into a “world of immense gentleness” where she can “expand her understanding of a single instant out into infinitude.” In the solitude and constant labor of the orchard, Anna feels she is progressing toward a kind of perfection found in a deliberate and “fundamental rearrangement of the world.” This idyll is interrupted by the arrival of Jan, a peripatetic friend from her old life, and the lurking presences of Gil and Tamara, experienced neighbors who are helpful in running the orchard but also express a proprietary feeling toward her land and the way they think she should be farming it. Jan’s inability to understand the “inhuman anonymity with which [Anna is] living” destabilizes the psychic connection Anna feels with the orchard, yet the real threat to her new life comes when the practical needs of the harvest force Anna to bring more people in to work, reframing the land as a monetized business and changing Anna’s relationship to the beings who inhabit it. Gorgeous, erudite, and ungoverned, the book suffers from some of the same unhappiness as its main character. The demands it makes on the reader to navigate its often overwrought, or simply untranslatable, ethos betrays what seems to be its originating impulse: to resist the call to “decipher…the world” and instead let form and technique “leach waterily into one another, like salt and soil.” A little less—fewer similes, fewer flights of transcendental thought, fewer iterations of the orchard’s inhuman beauty—would have given the reader more to work with when the novel reached its conclusion.

Ambitious in scope, serious of purpose, yet lacking a distinctness that would have allowed all its facets to shine.