The following are powerful excerpts that i have selected from Jesse Ball’s novel, ‘The Curfew’.
One thinks of the age when people died in winter, often, for no reason- or when children simply passed away without explaination or greif.
But is it true? Were they so hard that placed those small bodies in the earth? It is disputed- and though one may say, all is the same and relative, yet still clearly, there are some who are followed in the street by vengeful anger, a clothing they may never remove.
I said–life begins for some when it ends ofr others and in another century I might have died as an infant. What sort of riddle is it to suppose the greif my death would have entailed? Is it not the ground over that very grave that my life proceeds?
The effect of irrational belief on your art is invaluable.
Eldritch, Mara and Collin: A short, hurtful dream.
“But for you, I want it to change. One day you will be the only one of us three remaining, and then the world that includes us will be inside of you and nowhere else.”
The author of this blog suggests that you read this novel. Now.