A review by jckuhn4
Reading in the Dark by Seamus Deane

4.0

What we remember, but do not say. What we suspect or deduce, but will not utter. What has been done to us, by those who did it "for" us. And the lengths a child will go to suss it all out, despite the price, and despite the answers, imagined or real. Do all lives lived under foreign occupation take on such unflinching, yet such self mortifying aspect? When divide and conquer is the rule of the day, what becomes of those under the sword who, willingly or unwillingly, with full knowledge or unwittingly, sever the closest and most intimate ties themselves? In the end we all know, and yet do not speak. For love? Maybe. Or maybe not.