If furniture could speak, what stories would it tell? Would a heavy desk with improbable drawers tell of the writer who created a handful of novels on its glossy surface? Or perhaps it would speak of the Holocaust survivor who scoured Europe for his father’s lost belongings. It may mention the Chilean poet who was lost to Pinochet’s secret police. But it may also remain stoic, silent; it may shun the past, like the wife who escaped a war-ravaged Germany only to remain trapped in her own regret.
In a series of interconnecting stories, Krauss’s flawed and deeply troubled characters find their fates inextricably tied to one another through the obsession with an antique desk. –Leighanne