The stunted title of David Gilbert’s second novel, “& Sons” (Random House), does a lot of useful work. It hints at succession but also at severance; at a family tree but also at a broken commercial line. The implied absence gestures toward the great stories of intergenerational struggle: Turgenev’s “Fathers and Sons,” Gosse’s “Father and Son.” And then there is that cocky ampersand: slightly offen­sive in its abstraction, wearily dismissive, the key to the whole coda.
--James Wood, book review in The New Yorker, Aug 5 2013