jamiereadthis
Written on Jul 9, 2011
Plus a bunch of my favorite ideas are here, like how people aren’t all of a piece and how maybe there isn’t good and evil, just things adapted to an end, and how insignificance brings power and joy, the world robbed of its cruelty. The whole early-ish chapter on Philip’s belief in God/lack thereof could be strictly autobiographical. If I had read this years ago it might have put big ideas in my head but now, some happy skipped heartbeats to recognize a familiar brain. It’s just a good story, it’s not all preachy and revelatory, and man, there’s nothing too flashy here but all of a sudden it comes out and wallops you.
I’ve loved Maugham before and I’ve been meaning to read this forever, in fact I can’t believe I hadn’t so far, but anyway I owe Boyd Crowder big time for this one. Damn it, this would be Boyd’s book, wouldn’t it.