Matts G. Djos's Blog
April 17, 2016
Like White, Scattering Flowers
Jeanine and I hope that you will enjoy "Like White, Scattering Flowers." It is a testament to the sanctity of hope and the power of love, whether in sunshine or darkness.
Born in the Great Depression, most of us are gone now. Some call us the 'forgotten generation', but it was neither simple nor easy. There were good times and bad: the night we fell in love, the classmates who perished, the never-ending summers, the dreams we left behind, and--always, somewhere--a war. It seemed easy enough to remember; easy enough to tell. It was simply a matter of discovering how.
I thought I knew something about writing. I'd taught writing and literature for nearly a half century and written more than a dozen or so narratives. Still, it is one thing to teach, quite another to pierce the heart.
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A book is always stolen time, but perhaps you will find something to treasure and remember in the story. It is about the most perfect and imperfect match imaginable--two people caught and trapped in their personal revolution, the confusion of the Fifties, and the anguish of solitude.
"I can't live with you," Ginny says, "and I can't live without you!"
It is the age-old story: love and innocence, hope and heartbreak. LIKE WHITE, SCATTERING FLOWERS may seem like an echo from the past, until the stunned recognition that we are, each of us, much the same, but is that so strange? The story has been told a thousand times, just different colors, different textures, another century, another place. Only the actors have changed; the 'Nathans' of every epoch will struggle to understand and possess; but it will never the finished.
. . . you will turn the last page, but Ginny won't leave you--'
Matts Djos
Born in the Great Depression, most of us are gone now. Some call us the 'forgotten generation', but it was neither simple nor easy. There were good times and bad: the night we fell in love, the classmates who perished, the never-ending summers, the dreams we left behind, and--always, somewhere--a war. It seemed easy enough to remember; easy enough to tell. It was simply a matter of discovering how.
I thought I knew something about writing. I'd taught writing and literature for nearly a half century and written more than a dozen or so narratives. Still, it is one thing to teach, quite another to pierce the heart.
- - - - -
A book is always stolen time, but perhaps you will find something to treasure and remember in the story. It is about the most perfect and imperfect match imaginable--two people caught and trapped in their personal revolution, the confusion of the Fifties, and the anguish of solitude.
"I can't live with you," Ginny says, "and I can't live without you!"
It is the age-old story: love and innocence, hope and heartbreak. LIKE WHITE, SCATTERING FLOWERS may seem like an echo from the past, until the stunned recognition that we are, each of us, much the same, but is that so strange? The story has been told a thousand times, just different colors, different textures, another century, another place. Only the actors have changed; the 'Nathans' of every epoch will struggle to understand and possess; but it will never the finished.
. . . you will turn the last page, but Ginny won't leave you--'
Matts Djos
