Invoking epic and myth, classics and fairy tales, the back of C.S. Lewis’s closet and the through -side of Lewis Carroll’s looking glass, and drawing upon the elaborately detailed Greek architecture of her own fertile imagination, Anita Sullivan slingshots us over the rainbow, through the deep dark woods, then down the rabbit hole into a complex vision of eternal life as a sort of improvised jazz. This is a tale unlike any you’ve ever read, and Sullivan tells it in a prose as musical as it is richly imagistic.