Edie is obsessed with how it is we manage to survive given how hard life is, and what Edie most wants is someone “with merciless, deliberate hands, to put me down onto the canvas so that when I’m gone, there will be a record, proof that I was here.” Nothing matters and everything is fleeting. And yet. The clarion call to say, “I was here,” begs to be heard.

Book Review: Luster