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Darling at the Campsite by Andy Abramowitz
4.0
“Anyone who speaks fondly of the simplicity of youth suffers from self-induced amnesia. It’s the great lie of adulthood that childhood was easy.”
I’ve always been enamored with angst. The more pining, the more longing- the better. Typically angst and coming of age go hand and hand, but not always. Sometimes there’s the angst that comes years later, one that revolves around the path not taken and what could have been. Darling at the Campsite tackles life from this perspective.
Rowan Darling is a 30-something man-child whose never quite grown up. Years ago he left his hometown of Maybee, leaving behind all the bad memories that came with it. These days he is content running a record store whose days are numbered, as if the words “record store” didn’t tell you that already.
I’ve always been enamored with angst. The more pining, the more longing- the better. Typically angst and coming of age go hand and hand, but not always. Sometimes there’s the angst that comes years later, one that revolves around the path not taken and what could have been. Darling at the Campsite tackles life from this perspective.
Rowan Darling is a 30-something man-child whose never quite grown up. Years ago he left his hometown of Maybee, leaving behind all the bad memories that came with it. These days he is content running a record store whose days are numbered, as if the words “record store” didn’t tell you that already.