
In "A Ship Made of Paper" Scott Spencer writes knowingly about transactions of the heart, and how ruinous the heart's hegemony is. This book has elegant touches, like the freak snowstorm that devastates the neighborhood's trees on the disastrous night when the protaganist, Daniel Freeman, gives in and starts his affair. It's the wrong time for all this moisture - the regular, proper life in the area cannot take it, and neither can the humanity in the story. By novel's end, Daniel, who surrendered to his passion, is wasting away, his law practice with him, and he is blind in one eye.
I honor Spencer for his truth and dexterity with this subject. The heart may wreak havoc on all its subjects. This is clearly worth the time and effort.
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