GEmmalea Russo 'G is a garden and seems simple,' we're told early on in this disarming, charming, and alarming book. With its text cleaved in two across right and left pages, G reads like an exchange between garden plots and the gardener's journal neither of which remains simple or simply wholesome from up close, when you're in the weeds. It's this up closeness that rewards, transforming an air of levity into an air of suspension, or suspense: who or