Greg’s Reviews > The Celebration > Status Update

(Author’s note: What a waste to let this moment go by without trying to capture the sense of it, if only in outline, to be able to show someone: this is how it was, back then. This is how people destroyed themselves, how consciences slept, how people tiptoed between fear and responsibility, how writers tried to ignore things or never managed to write things...)

From the very heart of my people I can sense a growing cry: protect us; for our own sakes do what must be done to dispel this mounting anguish, this new fanaticism, this mystic madness among the younger generations. We were so at peace with the old order of things, secure in our labors, confident of our predictions…

I wish I’d had a father like me.

At seventeen, Andrea discovered her legs were provoking fistfights in the local pubs of Vassouras. One swarthy type actually cracked a fellow on the head with a pool cue because of those very legs.