Maybe most of a life
Maybe we just get given our faces, our lives, our fates, our happiness and unhappiness.
Some get a lot, some bugger all.
And love the same.
Like different glass sizes for beer.
You get a lot, you get bugger all, you drink it and its gone.
You know it and then you don't know it.
Maybe we don't control any of it. " page 373
I'd like to say that it was about memory,
but it's more about how people lose memories,
or only hold parts of memories until they become more like dreams.
I read it slowly, a few pages a day over two months.
I learned about Australia and World War II.
the author pulled me in with his beautiful writing.
He juxtaposes so many things.
Relationships and history, love and death,
horror and beauty, duty and adultery.
It won the Booker Prize 2014.
It's small, fit in my purse and holds two times of my life. 2007 (notes for two artist talks) and in the spaces, small bits of my current time in England, 2015. Now wrapped up.