The 1992 National Book Award winner. 302 pages of great reading, (absence of punctuation aside.)
First line: “The candleflame and the image of the candleflame caught in the pierglass twisted and righted when he entered the hall and again when he shut the door.”
Last line: “Passed and paled into the darkening land, the world to come.”
I found this to be an intriguing ‘rite of passage’ story.
Extended sentences of description tipped and tottered into streams and screams of consciousness. Long breaths to read the sentence with breathlessness coming at the other end. No pause, no inhalation, deep inhalations exhausted. Episodes in life are like this too.
John Grady Cole is the main character, the vehicle for our journey through his passage. Death, with and without funerals. Dreams. True youth love, requited then forever denied. Desolation. Desperation.
“I better not. I’ll have crazy dreams eatin this late.”
“Beware gentle knight. There is no greater monster than reason.”
“You have to make up your mind. You dont have so much time. We never have as much time as we think.”
“My daddy used to tell me not to chew on something that was eatin you.”
This is the first book of a trilogy. I will be coming back, in the right time, to finish. I have lingering varied experiences about trilolgies. Inevitably, usually, the final book feels lesser than the first two, having exhausted the plot, taking it past its truth.
One notable exception. Goleman’s emotional intelligence trilogy. The third and final, Primal Leadership, trumps the first two and all that has since followed.
For now, some lbrief ightereading, J.K.Rowling’s The Tales of Beedle the Bard.