a pretty sweet, prosaic, domestic, masculine little novel about three generations of men, their connectedness through time despite their total disconnectedness from one another. Not earthshatteringly good, but better than most domestic novels, it doesn't get terribly maudlin, and there are some interesting ideas. very clean and crisp. not sure it's pulitzer-prize worthy, but who am i to judge?
also made me want to read more about clocks.