Status Updates From When She Was Good

I keep thinking about a quote from the first chapter that will stay with me for a long time:

“. . . Willard found himself at the gravesite suddenly and inextricably stricken with that sense of things that can descend upon the tender-hearted, even at the death of an enemy—that surely the spirit had been deeper, and the life more tragic, than he had ever imagined.”

So far perfectly captures the feeling I get visiting family in the Midwest every summer..the flat fields with one house every few miles and the old churches.. that’s how the prose feels.

i get so lost in roth novels i’m like what was this one supposed to be about again