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Humans: the original serial species killer

Proulx makes fruit into the macabre.

“Suddenly he could see his father, see the trail of ground cherry husks leading from the garden… The man had a passion for fruit... the grape cluster skeletons, peach stones like hens’ brains on the windowsill… hollowed grapefruit skullcaps, cracked globes of tangerine peel.”

“Quoyle went back to his desk. He felt light and hot… Thirty-six years old and this was the first time anybody ever said he’d done it right. Fog against the window like milk.”

Things are looking up for Quoyle

Poor Quoyle can’t get a break

Does this book get more interesting. It’s nowhere near the LOTR/GoT spiritual successor I’ve been promised.

Poor Pip. Full of such great expectations for himself he doesn’t realise how lucky he is to be loved by Biddy and Joe.

Eating his writing

I like the sentiment. Not sure I agree with everything he says or the way he writes it. Will stay open-minded though.

It's not very accessible to the reader unaware of Marxist theory. I can only guess that he's talking about political consciousness. Freire says that before you can fully experience life you must realise your oppression. I don't think that applies to cowherds but I could be interpreting him wrong.