Below is an excerpt from Wolf Bells (Algonquin Books, 224 pages, $28), the recently released novel from Leni Zumas. Here were the dead and the living together—things that had happened and were happening, hair and skin from gone bodies dusting bodies in motion. Here they lived, backed up against a forest on the fringe of a dingy town, alone and together in these rooms. In the hall at the top of the house, the captain’s great-granddaughter stood waiting to escort a soon-to-be-ex-resident downstairs. Whereas the reality—”“You mean the concept that you could live here for free if you participated in the community?