
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I feel like this is a modern-day Dickens. Great, tragic characters, great plot. The middle dragged a little for me--too much of aimlessness. But overall, a great read.
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We have art in order not to die from the truth. --NIETZSCHE
The sun had come out and there was something hard and bright by the canals, a breathable glitter.
And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops as a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky--so the space when I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair such pure otherness and created something sublime.
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