Thank you, Kate, for reminding me of those sharp pangs of anguish I had throughout my reading of Atonement. Thanks, too, for what I'll take as blanket forgiveness for the fact that it took me until A Widow For One Year, and like six other books before that, before I even allowed myself to sit with the question, "Wait, is John Irving a jerk?" I read until the end anyway, but I stopped after that. And probably moved on to too many Russell Banks books, which I will also not apologize for because The Sweet Hereafter still kills me just thinking about it.
Thank you, Kate, for reminding me of those sharp pangs of anguish I had throughout my reading of Atonement. Thanks, too, for what I'll take as blanket forgiveness for the fact that it took me until A Widow For One Year, and like six other books before that, before I even allowed myself to sit with the question, "Wait, is John Irving a jerk?" I read until the end anyway, but I stopped after that. And probably moved on to too many Russell Banks books, which I will also not apologize for because The Sweet Hereafter still kills me just thinking about it.