Review: Takes time to reflect on persons with whom he was familiar but who are now deceased. He remembers his mother’s grief when his father died. He remembers the soldiers who bravely died but he remembers better those who lived and with whom he frolicked. And he remembers the delightful young thing who “…in the same week I saw ... dressed for a ball, and in a shroud.” He is interrupted in his reverie by a gift of wine, so he gathers some friends and they drink into the night.
The Art of the Personal Essay: An Anthology from the Classical Era to the Present. Ed. Phillip Lopate. New York
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