Status Updates From Strange Fruit

This book… I don’t know if I’m finishing it. It’s a struggle.

This book is moving so slow.

“Another talked of nothing but mowing his lawn…Sit there, tears rolling down his face, telling you about his lawn. He had a wife, too, but it was his lawn he talked about. It was green and smooth as velvet and six inches thick almost…knew it needed mowing.”

“Out there on the lime cliff, brown water swirling below you, sky paled out by the moon above you, great oaks with sagging moss draping your nakedness, hiding you from the world, you could think that word without getting sick at your stomach. You could say it, say Nonnie’s name after it, and still believe in her and yourself. The world’s wrong, you could say. Dead wrong.”

Oh I can TELL this was written in the 40’s. It’s reminding me of an old black & white film.

I don’t like the free use of “that word” but this was publishing 1944 so.. I will keep reading. I’m not giving it a pass. It still gets me mad. But I will keep reading for now.