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Title: An interesting vision
Review: Reading Lullaby, I kept thinking of Thomas Pynchon's Crying of Lot 49. They share not only aloof prose, post-modern juxtaposition, and comically baroque detail, but also the same sense of order just below the surface of ordinary life. In Lullaby, that order is embodied in "a culling song," a rhyme that--when read from a children's book, recited, or even thought--kills the listener. Behind that central premise is another--if something like this can exist, where does it come from and what sort of world are we really living in? "Paranoia" is the simple term for that feeling, but it's bigger than that. Once you see a new truth--and the prose reinforces that everything is connected--how can you discount anything as insignificant?
