Aug 29, 10
Read in August, 2010
A family saga in small town Nebraska with some interesting perspectives on grief. This was handed to me by a friend who just died suddenly. She said I had to read it so I did and I found it quite pointedly applicable on one level and really long. Took some industry to finish. Still, an interesting take on archivists although I do believe the author could have used archaeologist more precisely: p. 172: "She'll dig as long as it takes to pull up this artifact. She knows what it represents: Proof. A sign. A message. She'll dig forever if she has to."
p.94: "For this sin of reluctance, there is no atonement."
p.401: "That which is hidden acquires power, the size and scope of its power in direct proportion to the time elapsed."
p.409: "'Till death do us part' is a terrible vow to force upon a married couple. Death doesn't end a thing. What was imperfect in life will remain imperfect after death, whatever was unmended cannot be repaired, unuttered words will echo like a curse..."
p.439: "There is nothing lonelier than the silence of marriage."