Heavens — that means that it's been ten years since I read it. I really appreciated it, including being introduced to the Berryman poem. I promise that the precise phrase stayed intact in memory over all these years.
Another that really stuck — it's funny, I never thought to have the opportunity to pass the appreciation of it along — was a specific metaphor, a moment in the novel when one character experiences another as taking her words (or maybe it was her unexpressed words) and ”folding them up and stacking them neatly, like laundry.” (Or something close it that). There was something so precise and evocative about that that I think I wrote a word of praise in the margins. Many congratulations on the anniversary of the novel.
Apropos of the protagonist of Nobody Is Ever Missing. Recently finished the book and as a newly retired faculty member it resonated with my newly undefined unstructured existence.
Heavens — that means that it's been ten years since I read it. I really appreciated it, including being introduced to the Berryman poem. I promise that the precise phrase stayed intact in memory over all these years.
Another that really stuck — it's funny, I never thought to have the opportunity to pass the appreciation of it along — was a specific metaphor, a moment in the novel when one character experiences another as taking her words (or maybe it was her unexpressed words) and ”folding them up and stacking them neatly, like laundry.” (Or something close it that). There was something so precise and evocative about that that I think I wrote a word of praise in the margins. Many congratulations on the anniversary of the novel.
Apropos of the protagonist of Nobody Is Ever Missing. Recently finished the book and as a newly retired faculty member it resonated with my newly undefined unstructured existence.
I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed these words.
It’s all about the precious little details.