Bill Hsu's Reviews > Chasm

I was expecting something more overtly wacky, along the lines of Carrington or Colquhoun's novels perhaps. This is more like a southern Californian desert gothic, with the main story unfolding at a leisurely pace, the characters adjusting to their troublesome relationships, and us adjusting to the shifting focus. Until the concentrated little stabs of violence near the end, which I didn't expect. I enjoyed Tanning's light touch and quiet prose; at the end:

She began the descent to her tethered mare. Untying the bridle, she paused for a moment, her gaze on the rolling dunes beyond. Clearly now, there was no reason to tell anything. There was nothing left to tell.