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210 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 29, 1986
"Perhaps for Mother, who was past forty and had never lived outside the environs of Nashville, it had the worst effect of all, though certainly it did not seem so at the time. It was she who kept up the spirits of all of the rest of us. With her ironic cast of mind and her sense and knowledge of local history she kept comparing our removal to the various events of early Tennessee history. We were like the Donelson party on the voyage down the Tennessee River, making their way through the flocks of swans at Moccasin Bend. We were like the Watauga men setting out for the Great Powwow on the Long Island of the Holston. Or what she like best of all, we were like the Cherokees being driven from their ancestral lands on the notorious Trail of Tears."
"I think it may be explained here that Father's elegance by this time was strictly a Memphis elegance and his fashion a Memphis fashion. . . . Nevertheless, in Memphis he was elegance and fashion itself for a man of his standing in his generation."
"As I came down the steps from the plane it seemed to me--or perhaps it only seems so in retrospect--that there was something in his attire to suggest every phase or period of his life and all of it integrated with or subjugated to what would seem--at least to a passing observer--his pure Memphis style."
"Forgetting the injustices and seeming injustices which one suffered from one's parents during childhood and youth must be the major part of any maturing process."
Forgetting the injustices and seeming injustices which one suffered from one’s parents during childhood and youth must be the major part of any maturing process. I kept repeating this to myself, as though it were a lesson I would at some future time be accountable for. A certain oblivion was what we must undergo in order to become adults and live peacefully with ourselves.
I could not disagree more with the quote on the cover from the New York Times. I feel like I don't know any of these characters because they are being filtered through someone so self-centered and narcissistic that they don't even seem real. Reading this book felt like a chore and by the end all I cared about was finishing it. I wish a different character had told the story because I might've cared about what happened. It had so much potential. I am so frustrated and upset about this book I can't even form a coherent review.
I do not understand how this book won a Pulitzer Prize. Must have been a slow year where no one published anything.