Possessions
As I watched the last remnants of a life packed in a suitcase, I wondered about our possessions and their future after we’re gone.
As I watched the last remnants of a life packed in a suitcase, I wondered about our possessions and their future after we’re gone.
I love Amor Towles’ writing, but The Lincoln Highway is not Rules of Civility, and it’s definitely not A Gentleman in Moscow. Having said that, it is still a well-crafted tale with interesting characters and the old world charm of the unambiguity of right and wrong.
I’ve always been a believer in habits, but now I also realise that they can limit one’s growth if they are not (re)aligned to one’s intentions. As I grow older, I can feel the self’s resistance to any sort of change.
To describe the book, I’d apply the author’s own words, which he used for Manhattan – ‘you wanted to approach it for the rest of your life without ever quite arriving.’ Through a flashback triggered by a photograph, we see the journey of a woman, the society she was part of, and the different shades of Manhattan. A vivid, glorious, and poignant ride.
The untimely demise of Warne triggered a few thoughts about ‘elderhood’ and the time left. In addition to my own reflections, I have included a small excerpt from Amor Towles’ The Lincoln Highway that describes it wonderfully.