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353 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1984
"The sound of her father was a wary lumbering sound, nearly fragile, his heaviness changed by the slippers, the dark, his legs naked and white in his short robe, the sound of his walking at once shy and violent."
"She would always be herself, pretty and tarnished."
"Death wouldn't let you forget, would it? Life did; life let you go in for long weeks and never think at all."
Machine Dreams made me realize how aligned our perspectives are. Jayne Anne Phillips and I are both seventy-one years old. We both grew up in the ‘60s. We saw the latter years of the Vietnam War through the same twenty-year-old eyes.