“About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she murmured, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.“
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“About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she murmured, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.“
Nancy Hale should have never been out of the literary spotlight. Thank you, Library of America, for making this phenomenal novel available again!
A fascinating biography on one of the most talented and sometimes overlooked southern writers. Quickly fading physical health took its toll way too early.
Masterful storytelling and sentences that sing with artful rhythm. Her best work yet.