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A review by aricarri8
Spy of the First Person by Sam Shepard
“One year ago he could hear the walnuts drop. He could hear the walnuts crush. He could scratch the belly of his Catahoula who had too many puppies. Who his youngest son, his skinny boy, insisted on keeping.
One year ago exactly he could drive across the great divide. He could drive down the coastline. The rugged coast. He could yawn at the desert. One year ago exactly more or less, he could walk with his head up. He could see through the air. He could wipe his own ass.”
It’s strange reading Shepard’s last book, So focused around his death as my first introduction to him. Read it in one sitting which made it flow even sweeter.
One year ago exactly he could drive across the great divide. He could drive down the coastline. The rugged coast. He could yawn at the desert. One year ago exactly more or less, he could walk with his head up. He could see through the air. He could wipe his own ass.”
It’s strange reading Shepard’s last book, So focused around his death as my first introduction to him. Read it in one sitting which made it flow even sweeter.