Markey Writes

A coming of age story about four boys in University. The plot line was interesting, weaving historical fiction throughout a modern context, but not exciting. What was unexpected were the beautiful passages littered throughout the book. Every once in a while the authors would include a descriptive paragraph that was surprisingly poetic. This is what made the book for me: these little gems of beautiful writing. 

“Hope, Paul said to me once, which whispered from Pandora’s box only after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is only time. And time pushes at our backs like centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion. That, I think, is the only explanation for what happened to my father and me, just as it happened to Taft and Curry, the same way it will happen to the four of us here in Dod, inseparable as we seem. It’s a law of motion, a fact of physics that Charlie could name, no different from the stages of white dwarfs and red giants. Like all things in the universe, we are destined form birth to diverge. Time is simply the yardstick of our separation. If we are particles in a sea of distance, exploded from an original whole, then there is a science in our solitude. We are lonely in proportion to our years.” – pg 237.