Nothing endures. Don’t you see, Bonox? That’s what Kipling meant. Not empires, not memories. We remember nothing. Maybe for a year or two. Maybe most of a life, if we live. Maybe. But then we will die, and who will ever understand any of this? And maybe we remember nothing most of all when we put our hands on our hearts and carry on about not forgetting. On the face of it, the plot of The Narrow Road to the Deep North is about war: […]
Of Lice and Men
The Narrow Road to the Deep North by Richard Flanagan
