David Wroblewski is a good writer, he is skilled at drawing the reader into his best seller story and holding one’s attention. He sells the idea that Edgar, although mute, has special abilities to communicate with his kennel dogs and he builds the story to a tense climax only to betray the reader by offing the main character in the end.
The plot, suspiciously reminiscent of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, leaves unanswered questions: What happened to Trudy who was already nearly mad? Did Glen really lose his sight or was it temporary blindness? Did the authorities ever find out that Claude killed Gar with poison? Did Almondine really get run over by a car or die of old age? And what happened to all those prize dogs with the historical pedigrees, did they run off into the woods and go wild?
One gets the impression that the publisher’s due date may have helped bring about a quick end to what could have been an excellent story.