Just finished McTeague by Frank Norris. I've read a load of books this year, but, this is by far the best novel I've discovered all year. I could do a whole Bum Reviews style "OHMYGODTHISISTHEGREATESTBOOKIVEEVERREADINMYLIFE" spiel, but I don't have the time. So, I'll just leave you with the last two paragraphs of the novel, easily one of the best ending images I've ever read in a novel:
Frank Norris Wrote:As McTeague rose to his feet, he felt a pull at his right wrist; something held it fast. Looking down, he saw that Marcus in that last struggle had found strength to handcuff their wrists together. Marcus was dead now; McTeague was locked to the body. All about him, vast interminable, stretched the measureless leagues of Death Valley.
McTeague remained stupidly looking around him, now at the distant horizon, now at the ground, now at the half-dead canary chittering feebly in its little gilt prison.
Comparing the Universal Oneness of All Life to Yo Mama since 2010.
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I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
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I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.