" Set on an island off the California coast, T.C. Boyle's San Miguel does a beautiful job of capturing the isolation of his setting. He writes wonderfully, artful without being pretentious, well-detailed without being overly verbose. I really think I could have liked this book a lot more than I did, if it wasn't so boring. Part of the problem, I suspect, is that when an author does such a good job of portraying desolation, it falls on the characters to keep things interesting. For much of the first half of the book, we see things through the eyes of Marantha, a woman who moves to the island of San Miguel with her husband and adopted daughter in the 1880s ostensibly because it will be good for her tuberculosis, but really because her husband has used her money to buy into a sheep-ranching business and San Miguel's where all the sheep are. The blurb on the book's inside cover says that the stories in the book are told "from the points of view of the strong-willed, sympathetic, determinedly optimistic women who anchor them." I'm fairly sure that whoever wrote that blurb skipped the entire section about Marantha. Marantha is whiny, often cruel, and self-absorbed. The TB provides some of the excuse... I can't imagine it being very easy to stay positive or nice when you keep hacking up blood. Still, if Boyle had chosen to stay with her much longer than he did, I fear I would have given up the book entirely. The next section is narrated by her adopted daughter, Edith, and that one's a little more lively, although it gets cut short. In the final section, we follow Elise, a librarian from New York who moves to San Miguel in 1930 with her new husband. The key to this last section is the obvious timebomb that is her husband, who provides tension and suspense to what should have been an idyllic story about newlyweds. "
— George, 1/19/2014