I tried to get to Mel Bosworth’s novel, Freight (Folded Word Press, 2011), for a long time. I tried ever longer to get to write about Freight. Maybe we read every book at the perfect time. Maybe we write about what we need to write about at the perfect time.

Freight is the perfect title for this novel. This work is about what we do and don’t carry around inside us–the food, drinks, places, people, memories, needs, yearnings, all of it. Freight risks absurdity and sentimentality and succeeds. The tone is terrific: vulnerable, honest and sincere. Freight carried me for a time, like floating on a river. I will carry Freight inside for even longer, because it’s as wise as it is whimsical.

Congratulations, Mel Bosworth.

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