There are no end of frolicsome children and fretful parents in “The End of the Point,” Elizabeth Graver’s beautifully orchestrated family symphony in four movements, with prelude. The children who frolic through the first section evolve in the second into freaked-out grown-ups with their own children, who mature into malcontent teenagers with serious issues, who then go on in the finale to become adjusted adults with fretful and frolicsome children of their own.
Should you be feeling maxed-out on multigenerational family sagas, please reconsider. With her fourth and most emotionally textured novel, Graver proves herself a master chronicler of the ever-spiraling human comedy. “The End of the Point” is a work of uncommon gracefulness, as much in its boundless empathy as in the luminosity of its prose.