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Alan is lying by my mattress on the damp ground, his woeful face propped in his
hands. He says, in a low voice so as not to waken anyone: "Do you think what I
did was really so bad?" "Yes," I said. "Absolutely." "Lori chewed me out
"I've written one— well, half of one— composition." She stuck out her hand. "Go
on." I said, "You know, ... "Go on." "It's a musician's hand," I said shamelessly, "
that's true. And the rest . . . well, I can't see much out of the ordinary except riches,
I can give you more"— holding it up— "or you can fight it out alone, or there's this"
— putting the glass ampoule by his free hand where his hand lay on the ground,
that eternal mid-afternoon sun palely lighting it, the time just before the light ...
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - crazybatcow - www.librarything.com
I didn't like it. It started okay... seemed like it might be interesting, but then... it kinda went off the rails and ended up being some interior monologue between the main character and figments of ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - Wattsian - www.librarything.com
This is a really marvelous story about crash-landed space farers that deals with mortality, society, psychology, religion, feminism, politics and, most of all, the slow veil that falls as distractions go away and we are confronted Read full review