A review by letty_and_books
The Summer Without Men by Siri Hustvedt
4.0
"It is impossible to divine a story while you are living it; it is shapeless; an inchoate procession of words and things, and let us be frank: we never recover what was."
"Time is not outside us but inside. Only we live with past, present, and future, and the present is too brief to experience anyway; it is retained afterwards and then it is either codified or it slips into amnesia. Consciousness is the product of delay"
"We all smell of mortality, and we can't wash it off"
"Time is not outside us but inside. Only we live with past, present, and future, and the present is too brief to experience anyway; it is retained afterwards and then it is either codified or it slips into amnesia. Consciousness is the product of delay"
"We all smell of mortality, and we can't wash it off"