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272 pages, Paperback
First published July 2, 2024
When I inherited the land, I had little.
Little to eat, little to live on and little company, little to justify my existence. I could be here or I could not, and little would it matter. Then I inherited the land.
It was a large acreage and the great-uncle Henry who'd died was an unknown figure in my life—a man who went to war and remained there, laid out on some stretch of cold ground after the others returned home. [...]
Over the next years, a slow succession of deaths occurred: the wife of that great uncle, some cousins—and eventually my parents too, in the depths of a season when rains are heavy and wagons are given to taking corners badly and sliding off country roads into rickety barns, which then collapse and flatten all beneath them.
At the same time—as branches of my family were being pruned by time and fate—I experienced a contraction of my own, of livelihood and love and liberty. (p.10-11).
Great wealth lies here if you want it. Great wealth is not great wealth if you don’t want it.