Itâ€™s difficult to compare Per Petterson with anyone except Per Petterson. His writing is always exquisite and precise and heartbreaking and spare. In OUT STEALING HORSES and TO SIBERIA, each word is used as a brick, building one upon the other, and not one brick is out of place.
Per Pettersonâ€™s craftsmanship is on display here, as it has been in his prior novels. Alas, I CURSE THE RIVER OF TIME, which explores the relationship between a mother and a son, is more static and sluggish than his other works. Still, Petterson at his less-than-best is still better than most writers at the height of their powers.