Children often accept the world they're born into without question. The places and objects of childhood are simple. They pulse with magic. They have yet to be identified with the complex, grinding schemes of the modern world.For Christopher Bently, such places were the tunnels burrowed beneath the shrubbery around the district office on Mono Avenue, where he attended grade school before moving to Gardnerville Elementary. Such objects were the workers' desks he crawled under in the old creamery building in Minden, “finding the trapdoors.” Or the baby lambs he bottle-fed on his father's Buckeye ranch, and the strange, musical language …