When it comes to book discussions, much is made of voice. In Trespass, Dawn Garisch delivers, and it’s pitch perfect. So much so, I could really “hear” this voice in my mind’s ear, this fifty-something woman, stuck in the first half of the 20th century, empty of hope, full of regret. Her reproaches (“silly girl; stupid, stupid girl!”), her long conversations with God, her naïve world view, her self-flagellation, strict judgmental attitude and an overarching fear and yearning combine to paint probably the most vivid character I have read this year. (more…)