“Sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love,” says the ninety year old narrator about his love for a thirteen year old virgin whore. She is the first true love of his life, and he likes her best when she is asleep. Perhaps because when she is asleep he can make her whatever he wants her to be, but when she is awake she is what she is: poor, illiterate, immature.
A common themes in the authors writing is the power of love to make old men young. And the power of unrequited love to make men bitter. “Age isn’t how old you are but how old you feel.” At ninety the narrator gladly exchanges wisdom for emotion, and starts writing his weekly column in the style of love letters to the girl.
I suppose all men want to live forever, and falling in love at ninety proves you are still alive. To love is to live. What do ninety year old men want more of in their lives? "More love," wrote one ninety year old author.
It's a great book - Highly recommended.
No comments:
Post a Comment