“‘Why am I here?’ he keeps asking, up until his inevitable execution at which point his keeper finally answers: No more questions.’
“The wall means having no choices. It means a bone-crunching ordeal of loneliness, isolation, hunger, and most of all penetrating cold.”
“. . . a meaty slab of literary realism in the tradition of Charles Dickens, Honoré de Balzac, and Émile Zola . . .”
