Wild Boars, Flies, Love, Loss, Identity: Wild Boar in the Cane Field

“I heard a fly buzz—when I died.” -Emily Dickinson. The aforementioned line rises to utmost significance once the novel reaches its end. It would be better to leave this explanation untouched in the review for the readers’ sake. For now, know that flies constitute a remarkable portion of the novel. They are one of the many bones that give this novel a riveting shape. They are