So I don't love this story (I like it, but don't love it), but I do find the characters compelling. We see the father especially clearly, with his resentment of his family for being a burden on him, his obsession with his camera, his predilection to photograph is beloved son (the narrator, who doesn't feel loved) over other family members.
And the writing is often terrific.
"Here is -- as it must always be at the end of my slide show -- the great, infinite sea: turquoise blue, eternal, beckoning. Even so many years and viewings later, in the picture you can sense the water's amniotic warmth -- a womb of insulation against life's tribulations, wavelets lapping to the rhythm of respiration. Even in the fifty-year-old sunlight blazing on the screen, you understand the temptation to slip gently into its enveloping caress."