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A review by boygirlparty
The Sunlit Night by Rebecca Dinerstein Knight
5.0
I loved everything, EVERYTHING about this book.
"[My father] liked to stand at his desk with all of his drawings out, smiling, talking about how miserable they made him.
How miserable they made him. How many cups of coffee he drank a day...'How am I supposed to keep making these third when nobody cares if they exist?... What does it matter if you do what you love, if what you love doesn't matter?'"
"He wanted something larger for himself, and why shouldn't he? He wanted to make his own work...He'd wanted to contribute something significant, something fine, to the profession.
The professionals had made his work feel like marginalia. But as the industry paid less attention to him, he had lost the joy in paying attention."
"[My father] liked to stand at his desk with all of his drawings out, smiling, talking about how miserable they made him.
How miserable they made him. How many cups of coffee he drank a day...'How am I supposed to keep making these third when nobody cares if they exist?... What does it matter if you do what you love, if what you love doesn't matter?'"
"He wanted something larger for himself, and why shouldn't he? He wanted to make his own work...He'd wanted to contribute something significant, something fine, to the profession.
The professionals had made his work feel like marginalia. But as the industry paid less attention to him, he had lost the joy in paying attention."