I read the new Susan Choi novel in five long sittings, each of which produced a storm cloud of indecision. Had Choi penned, as often seemed possible, the worst serious book in recent memory, an overwrought parody of self-conscious “MFA fiction”? Or was Flashlight a flawed but sometimes brilliant international saga, occasionally losing its thread, yes, but asking and answering momentous questions? 

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