Garth Greenwell is unafraid to depict plainly what often goes unspoken ... But Small Rain is not a critique of U.S. health care disguised as a novel. Its power, instead, comes from the dissonance between the terrifying condition of waiting for answers and the flights of imagination that this purgatory, paradoxically, sustains ... Throughout Small Rain, a consistency of cadence makes the novel feel like a cohesive whole—not unlike the recurring motif you might hear in a movement of a symphony. Inspiring acts of kindness and moments of mundane bureaucracy are depicted with the same tender attention.
Each blood draw, each medical detail, is presented with documentary precision, lifted, one assumes, from life ... The narrator becomes conversant in a new language—the language of the medical system—and a new vocabulary of touch ... There is something almost showy about the formal challenge of this novel ... From a tale of great pain—a rare kind of story—it becomes one so difficult to render that it is thought to be impossible: a story of ordinary love, ordinary happiness ... Small Rain feels like a culmination, which comes with its own feeling of melancholy for the reader.
...a paean to some of life’s most meaningful pleasures ... It’s a daring, mysterious work that audaciously and successfully marries the physical and the metaphysical. As in all great novels, its philosophical insights are spliced with details that root the work in a specific time and place but do nothing to diminish its timelessness.
