Tinkers, by Paul Harding

Three generations of men tinker their way through life.

Harding’s book is certainly artistic. It is prose at its descriptive finest which makes for a luxurious journey through words and images. The overall story should be depressing, as the factor holding the book together as you slide back and forth in time is a man dying in a hospital. However the richness of Harding’s writing keeps the story from being bleak. This is not a book you read for plot or character, it is a book you read for words and for a creative take on just what a novel entails.