Imaan Farooq Sheikh’s Reviews > The Tunnel > Status Update

After all there was only one tunnel, dark and solitary: mine, the tunnel in which I had spent my childhood, my youth, my entire life.

And things are finally falling into place.

I might have a new reading preference these days: Chaotic literature.

When we have reached the limits of despair that precede suicide, when we have exhausted the inventory of every evil and reached the point where evil is invincible, then any sign of goodness, however infinitesimal, becomes momentous, and we grasp for it as we would claw for a tree root to keep from hurtling into an abyss.

The narrator is far from likable, but says such things that make me ponder deeply.