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The Bridge of San Luis Rey
by Thornton Wilder
“On Friday noon, July the twentieth, 1714, the finest bridge in all Peru broke and precipitated five travellers into the gulf below.”
So starts this gem of a quick novel. Brother Juniper was about to cross that same bridge when it collapsed killing 5 random people. In this novel, he explores each person's life and wonders whether the tragedy was part of God's plan for these five people or if they just happened to be at the right place at the wrong time. Five random people, with lives, loves and stories are succinctly explored with no tight, neat ending. No strong conclusions.
“But soon we shall die and all memory of these five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead, and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.”
So starts this gem of a quick novel. Brother Juniper was about to cross that same bridge when it collapsed killing 5 random people. In this novel, he explores each person's life and wonders whether the tragedy was part of God's plan for these five people or if they just happened to be at the right place at the wrong time. Five random people, with lives, loves and stories are succinctly explored with no tight, neat ending. No strong conclusions.
“But soon we shall die and all memory of these five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead, and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.”