Review of Holy Days of Obligation
“What a welcome addition to the literature of our country. Susan Zettell has a passion for careful, sensuous detail. Her mature and skilful handling of story convinces us that illusion is truth. She writes about trust and anger and perplexity and need all of the elements that contribute to complex relations within a large extended family. But most of all, she creates her characters with compassion and love. While reading the title story, I held my breath. A wonderful debut.”
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“In Holy Days of Obligation, Susan Zettell brings memory to instant life with writing that connects to all the senses.”
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“There are times when Susan Zettell's short story collection reads like lyrics from a Bruce Springsteen ballad. Hard work in a factory town. Too many kids and not enough money. Setbacks and disappointments that can't be explained, only accepted. Holy Days of Obligation has been praised for its sensitive depiction of the complicated and sometimes tragic events of a large Roman Catholic family.”
“These stories pulsate and resonate with the intimacies and intricacies of family life. Sometimes, as is the case with great art, they touch the reader unexpectedly, reaching toward the deep centre of the human heart.”
“The 15 linked stories of Susan Zettell's debut collection read like an intimate memoir, and indeed move with the deep emotional currents of personal memory.... Life events that inspire the hackneyed in art are here crafted almost invariably with a precision that brings primal shocks of recognition. Keen, unsparing observation expressed in palpable, sometimes shimmering prose moves mind and heart on almost every page. Zettell's most striking memory jog is her mastery of scent. There are passages here almost certain to return you to a redolent childhood world where living fully and sensually in the here and now was once as natural as breathing.”