Early on in re-reading Fates and Furies, I had a feeling similar to that of re-reading The Secret History - something about the novel's intrinsic story-ness and texture (including a well fleshed-out world, vivid characters, and memorable events and scenes along the way), and something about the pleasurable sense of re-entering a novel with those qualities. And maybe something about the mythic - or quasi-mythic - register, with explicit call-outs to the ancients and a Grecian interest in character at its centre, including, as Richard Papen puts it early on, 'that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life'. It's a memorable novel all round, and well executed - although not quite as good as I'd retrospectively elevated it to being, with the first section certainly benefiting from having previously read the second, but some of the rest of its charge lost on a revisit.
