Written by sjmc19

Eugene (high) and Kent (grieving) encounter one another on an Amtrak train, and readers are led to that moment with two evocative background stories that will shape his/her perspective of the meeting.

A highly entertaining read which can sustain readers just as long as they can be sustained by Holden Caulfield, but in a much creepier way at points.

New York was dying. But that was O.K. It was in dying empires that the greatest poets appeared. Virgil in Rome. Dante in Florence. Baudelaire in Paris. Decadence. Eugene liked that word. It was like “decay” and “hence.” Things falling apart over time. A sweet smell like that of rotten bananas, or of bodies ripe from iniquitous exertion, could pervade an entire age, at which point someone came along to give voice to how messed up things were and, in so doing, made them beautiful again.

To be savoured by word-nerds and literary geeks (savoured is from the French, know?).

Bronze by Jeffrey Eugenides

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