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expendablemudge's review
4.0
You probably had friends in school whose lives intertwined with yours to a greater degree than the rest of the herd. Such were Mari, Imogen, and Bree. Their young lives were welded at various spots. Their private-school years, their university years, their young womanhoods were spent in close emotional proximity.
But, and this too will be familiar to you, there was That Time That...{fill in blank}. One fell away, one said something, one wasn't honest with the other two. Whatever it was, that space opened and was never *quite* closed again. Yes, the friendship closed over it, around it, but the space? Always there.
And how that comes to matter as time works her cruel tricks on us. And what emotional baggage falls into that void, never to be found or fixed. And where Life sends the friends, the unit that defined an entire era of world history (1980s boarding-school Massachusetts), can be seen as clearly related to the void.
I've said before that no adult has the luxurious freedom of having an unmixed emotion. This story is about the moment when that salt point of life's estuary is found, and when the realization of the void's actual size and gravity comes home. A beautiful and sad and painful recollection of what was had, lost, and unforgotten.
But, and this too will be familiar to you, there was That Time That...{fill in blank}. One fell away, one said something, one wasn't honest with the other two. Whatever it was, that space opened and was never *quite* closed again. Yes, the friendship closed over it, around it, but the space? Always there.
And how that comes to matter as time works her cruel tricks on us. And what emotional baggage falls into that void, never to be found or fixed. And where Life sends the friends, the unit that defined an entire era of world history (1980s boarding-school Massachusetts), can be seen as clearly related to the void.
I've said before that no adult has the luxurious freedom of having an unmixed emotion. This story is about the moment when that salt point of life's estuary is found, and when the realization of the void's actual size and gravity comes home. A beautiful and sad and painful recollection of what was had, lost, and unforgotten.
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