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A review by igsorensen
Beneath a Scarlet Sky by Mark T. Sullivan
5.0
Compelling and raw. Told in a narrative style, I found it easier to read (composition-wise) than Unbroken for example. Life doesn’t end wrapped up in a neat little bow. Especially Pino’s experience regarding the Nazi general he was a driver for. Additionally, Pino didn’t even talk about his story until close to his passing, and that was mostly because of multiple serendipitous encounters that got the author connected to Pino. Makes you wonder and revel over how many people didn’t get the chance to tell their stories, or never wanted to. We would never know.
Fav excerpt:
[“But after everything, and even when the skies turn scarlet and threatening, I still believe that if we are lucky enough to be alive, we must give thanks for the miracle of every moment of every day, no matter how flawed. And we must have faith in God, and in the Universe, and in a better tomorrow, even if that faith is not always deserved.”
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He drank from his Chianti. His eyes misted and unscrewed, and for a long time we sat in silence, and the old man was far, far away.
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When at last he took off his glasses, the sun was setting, casting the lake in coppers and golds. He wiped away tears and put his glasses back on. Then he looked over, gave me a sad, sweet smile, and put his palm across his heart. “Forgive an old man his memories,” Pino said. “Some loves never die.”]
Fav excerpt:
[“But after everything, and even when the skies turn scarlet and threatening, I still believe that if we are lucky enough to be alive, we must give thanks for the miracle of every moment of every day, no matter how flawed. And we must have faith in God, and in the Universe, and in a better tomorrow, even if that faith is not always deserved.”
…
He drank from his Chianti. His eyes misted and unscrewed, and for a long time we sat in silence, and the old man was far, far away.
…
When at last he took off his glasses, the sun was setting, casting the lake in coppers and golds. He wiped away tears and put his glasses back on. Then he looked over, gave me a sad, sweet smile, and put his palm across his heart. “Forgive an old man his memories,” Pino said. “Some loves never die.”]