"Magnetic...a complicated study of the ways in which religious heritage--from codes of honor to familial expectations--interacts with business and acceptance, family and lovers, and self-realization...A beautiful novel whose only fault is ending too soon." --
Kirkus Reviews "
The Parting Gift is itself a gift, an intricate and complex story, beautifully and tenderly told. It offers one surprise after another and accomplishes what only great literature can by compelling us to confront the parts of ourselves we'd rather not look at."
--Imbolo Mbue, New York Times bestselling author of Behold the Dreamers "This is a perfect little book--a whip-crack of a story, propelling us so seamlessly and irresistibly from vulnerability to viciousness, from the familiar to the monstrous, that it's in a class with
Lolita and
Rebecca. In prose both sensuous and eviscerating, Evan Fallenberg sweeps us onward where we'd otherwise drag our feet, into terrain where one loses track of just who is twisting the knife in the narrator, in the reader, in the soul of a country."
--Rachel Kadish, author of The Weight of Ink "Intoxicating. Intense. Impiously pure. Evan Fallenberg has penned a 'lust letter' to the human condition and brilliantly depicts the engagement of sex in the pursuit of love. From the first page,
The Parting Gift dares you to put it down, and you will not because the language is simply riveting. This brutal epistolary novel is disturbingly profound, a
Giovanni's Room in a beach town north of Tel Aviv where the sights, tastes, and most of all the smells are simply to die for."
--Xu Xi, author of Dear Hong Kong "An unabashed tale that does not pull punches and looks at love's underside only to find in the brute sex between two men the binding stuff that makes us all selfless and selfish. We may dream of loyalty in us and in others but find treachery everywhere, more in us perhaps than in others. For there may be no truth in life, and love is wicked, stubborn, always scared, never kind. And yet there is a twist at the end that is worth every page of this breathless story that should only be read in one sitting. It hits hard and never lets up. Terse, brusque, etched on one's inner thigh with an old serrated knife."
--André Aciman, author of Call Me by Your Name