![]() ![]() What else is one to expect from the editor of some of my favorite author’s (John O’Hara, John Cheever, etc.). Maxwell exhibits masterful writing throughout the book. It’s a disconsolate exercise, with nothing but the your own conscience and the people as you imagine them at the time standing for judgment. How often does one contemplate their own childhood acts and understandings that could have contributed to, if not making things worse, at least not making things better. It’s a rethinking, a piecing together of instances that led to a tragic event that cast to the winds the members of two families and those who knew them. A novella of sorts, the story takes us back to the writer’s childhood growing up in Lincoln, Nebraska in the early 1920s. William Maxwell’s So Long, See You Tomorrow was a melancholic treat. ![]() The rich man usually forces his way through the eye of the needle, and there is little or no point in putting your faith in Divine Providence…” The gentel and the trusting are trampled on. “People neither get what they deserve no deserve what they get. ![]()
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