![]() ![]() People carry on, and relationships fail, and pain continues. There are no big answers, no resolutions. This post-life life is a vast city, populated by millions of people who have passed on from our world and who work, live, love and play among its streets and buildings.īrockmeier’s afterlife is oddly mundane. ![]() Beyond life in our world there is an afterlife that is effectively a second chance to live again. In the word that Brockmeier builds there is a more than just this flesh-bound existence. This is the central idea around which Kevin Brockmeier has constructed a book of surprising beauty and sadness, a novel different from most of what I read, but rewarding and memorable.įew books stick solidly in my memory. How many people have you met in your life? How many have you glanced at on the street, seen in a shop, sat opposite and shared a smile with at a concert? Ten thousand? Twenty? Imagine that every person you ever met, ever remembered, has endured after death, kept alive by the power of your memory. ![]()
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