
In Memoriam
Reviews

The war epic is good. The love story’s rather bland. The POW buddy comedy downright irritating.

I do not have the words. Maybe one day I’ll be able to write a review through the tears (which I’m not sure will ever stop), but for now: read this. Fall in love. Let yourself be torn apart by it, shred by shred. Fall in love again. Edit (1.5 months later): I haven’t stopped thinking about this book. I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking about this book. Currently wondering if I’m strong enough to reread it before I come back to finally write my review. Too much of my heart is in it. There are very few books that have marked me the way this one has. My God, what a tour de force. What a beautiful way to break.













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I wish to God I could see you again before I die.
YEAH

The bridge should break in half under the weight of us, he thought. I'm cracking up.

Ellwood knew there was a quotation for this particular, painful speechlessness, but it did not come to him. All his words were gone. There was something surging gloriously in his chest, and he had no way to express it.


He felt as if he had shed something, some weight he had not known he carried. . . A knot of tangles in his heart was unsnarling, and things were much simpler than before.

In 1913, you might ask a new acquaintance where he had gone to school, or what he did for a living. In 1916, it was this: what part of yourself did you most fear losing?

He wanted to make him bleed, and then tend to the wounds.

He was simmering with a restlessness like that he felt in the boxing ring; a determination to hurt and be hurt, an impulse towards disaster and destruction, and nothing else would have satisfied him.