Humble and in some respects small-canvas, even to the extent of authorially pointing out its own lack of typical dramatic tensions or high points, but with an eye for the substance of what make a life, and what makes a life worthwhile.
The Robert Frost snippet that introduces it, and from which it draws its title, frames the novel aptly:
I could give all to Time except - except
What I myself have held. But why declare
The things forbidden that while the Customs slept
I have crossed to Safety with? For I am There
And what I would not part with I have kept.
The Robert Frost snippet that introduces it, and from which it draws its title, frames the novel aptly:
I could give all to Time except - except
What I myself have held. But why declare
The things forbidden that while the Customs slept
I have crossed to Safety with? For I am There
And what I would not part with I have kept.
