![]() ![]() I got my own life now, she tells me but you don’t need to be an expert to see that she’s flying again. Time don’t flow right with me these days but I know it ain’t often. Not all of the scenes develop the love story, but they all serve to paint a vivid – and sad – picture of this lifestyle. ![]() The way that the scenes come and go, with no adherence to a standard plot, allows the reader to get a full sense of this world. Yes, it is a love story but a very, very sad kind of love. They are lost in endless cycles of addiction and sadness and self-destructive behaviors. These characters’ lives are going nowhere. It could begin and end almost anywhere within the story – which really is the central point. It is more a collection of memories and vignettes. ![]() The story recalls my favorite Stuart Dybek and Sherman Alexie stories in that it doesn’t have a straight-line narrative, per se. It is probably time I sat down with the complete Drown collection. I’ve been on the fence when it comes to some of the Junot Díaz stuff I’ve read in the past. Structuring the story as a collection of scenes rather than a strict, standard plot ![]()
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