Fritz
355 Reads
I really like Kingsnorth writing. It is visceral, palpable and riveting. But I'm not sure I got it this time. Or at least, if it has a point to it. Or if it's just watching the slow descent into madness of someone who believes himself to be a hermit. The first few pages were beautiful in any case.
To be open, to be in fear, to be aching with nothingness, to be lonely as the cold subsoil in winter, lonely as the last whale in the ocean, singing in bewilderment and no other answer for all of time.
This darkness.
This is the only life.
I really like Kingsnorth writing. It is visceral, palpable and riveting. But I'm not sure I got it this time. Or at least, if it has a point to it. Or if it's just watching the slow descent into madness of someone who believes himself to be a hermit. The first few pages were beautiful in any case.
To be open, to be in fear, to be aching with nothingness, to be lonely as the cold subsoil in winter, lonely as the last whale in the ocean, singing in bewilderment and no other answer for all of time.
This darkness.
This is the only life.