• Museum of Stones, the latest novel by Lynn Lurie is out Early 2019
Museum of Stones
   Museum of Stones, Early 2019

He packed by candlelight then dipped each finger into the wax, carefully removing the hardened, molded tips. Ordered in a line, he left them on the hotel nightstand, far better than dental records.

The hotel arranged for a driver to take him in the middle of the night to the other side of the lake in an inflatable equipped with an outboard motor. During the day the lake was patrolled by the military and crossing into Peru was prohibited. It was so dark he could not see even the outline of his body. As the water breached the sides, his toes, then legs, numbed. There were no life preservers, only a set of emergency paddles rattling against each other. His biggest fear was they might abrade the inflated plastic hull.

A seagull shat on his head but he didn’t dare wipe it, as this would have required letting go of the cord that ran along the side of the boat.


Straining for the shoreline to come into view, he hallucinated its appearance many times.

In the inky blackness there was no demarcation of water from sky. He felt he was watching himself spinning through a vortex propelled by wind and a battering current in a world comprised of water, a piece of plastic, a bit of metal, and a boy.

The trip took over three hours and in that time the moon never appeared from behind a thick covering of clouds.

The Zodiac driver pointed to a car waiting on the shore that would take him on the final stretch of his journey. He was so numb and the land so covered in fog he wasn’t sure any of it was real.

He saw ghosts rising from the funeral towers, each blanketed in a thick, gray mist. They appeared as women, their hair dripping with lake water that formed puddles around their ivory colored feet. Hands clasped, they made a long line that wound up the face of the mountain. If someone were on the top looking down it would have looked as if tiny birds were falling.

Review for Museum of Stones:
"Parenthood has its many nightmares—a sizable genre of which could be labelled 'The Inadequacy of One's Love.' Lynn Lurie's Museum of Stones is a devastating and beautiful collage of such nightmarish scenes, broken shards layered to accurately reflect decades of heartbreaking and terrifying tableaux, now muffled (yet terrorizing still) in the cotton of memory. And yet what thin, sweet ray does shoot through is that the love, indeed, was human-sized and enough." - Eugene Lim, author of Dear Cyborgs, Fog & Car, and The Strangers.

Review for Museum of Stones:
"Lynn Lurie writes here with precision, power, and clarity about all that is most important—those things that sizzle and shriek, burn, and roar in the tunnels and caverns of the heart. Museum of Stones is a beautiful book and Lurie a marvelous writer." - Laird Hunt, author of Neverhome and The Evening Road.

Review for Museum of Stones:
"The radiance of Lynn Lurie's vision emanates from the devastating frisson between the fragility of the body and the futility of love to spare us the desolating solitude of grief. In Museum of Stones, the enormity of the speaker's loss pulses through each piercing iteration of her child's story. Yet writing itself is hope, attention a kind of prayer, an insistence on life, testimony to the desire to recover the shreds and shards of memory, to make from them a space where all things at once are and ever shall be possible." -Melanie Rae Thon, author of Author of Silence and Song

Review for Museum of Stones:
"At the center of Museum of Stones exists the nameless narrator's son, whose frail presence helps weave together memory, hurt, hope, and the grim realization that in the end we're all made of holes, not wholes. Lurie's novel is at once a beautifully condensed, understated, brave, risky associative lyric, a passionate and compassionate meditation, and a gorgeous elegy about the temporal rubble of us." -Lance Olsen, author of Dreamlives of Debris

Review for Museum of Stones:
"Museum of Stones is a dreamy, haunting, clamorous book by one of the bravest souls anywhere."