I found this novel somewhat discouraging in its rather bleak assessment of the human condition. Narrating the story of a family split apart by the Mariel Boat Lift of 1980 only to eventually reunite in the Cuban countryside, I didn’t dislike this volume. I just also didn’t love it. It felt forced, and the characters never quite seemed believable to me. But its point about how fanaticism of any sort ultimately only results in destruction and dehumanization dovetails with the other books I’ve mentioned as well as with concerns I have about current events, and deserves thought and consideration.