The prose was truly gifted--tight, efficient, powerful. Unlike "The Da Vinci Code" where each page literally turned itself into the next and each chapter hooked me into it, every WORD in this book led me to the next. I couldn't stop reading "Being Dead."
"Though Grieving's never
"Lengthened Life
"Or coaxed a single extra breath
"Out of a Body touched by Death."
I am a forester. I've often wondered how I came to be a forester, and finally came to this:
“You are a FARMER. . . . . .Not just any farmer, but one whose labors are based on this immutable principle: the labor you invest, the sweat you pour out, the beliefs you defend, the crop you nourish – will outlive not just you and your children, but your children’s children, and maybe theirs.
And maybe theirs.
A forester cannot devote his life to utter waste. A forester must have faith.
And I do.
"Too many legs or none" refers to the hopelessness that appears to be the focus of the book. Millipedes and grubs that do the hard work of putrefaction, interspersed with periods of a somewhat life.
This book was compelling and readable. Not enjoyable. Not that it was supposed to be.
Did I miss the mark??? Let me know where I erred. Or, if all interpretations are valid, what is yours? |
