A book that is sad and moving and deeply beautiful. Rife with guilt and anguish, but more memorably, never have I read an author who writes music so effectively into text.
If I was given another choice I’d have included Norwegian Wood in this post (and now I have). It bothers me somewhat that both of these are novels of memory, loss and isolation, and that both of them anchor back to the time at college. I have one year left of college. I wonder if my selections are trying to say something I do not (yet) acknowledge.
