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Sam Shepard’s poignant final work written as he is slowly and cruelly dying from ALS, is a beautiful rendering, part minute observation of the natural world, part reminiscence, spare and eloquent. Is Shepard the spy/watcher? Is it God? Or Death? Devoid of self-pity, Shepard remains curious about his own demise and his often hallucinatory prose makes one consider that which is important, or unimportant: those held close, snippets of partly remembered or imagined instances? A lovely read. ~ Reviewed by Amy Palmer