ruins

My family’s conversations seesaw between the tragedy in its full dimension—how many dead and how much destroyed, and, worse, what proportion was needless—and the quotidian minor resonances that the mind can’t help offering up. My oldest son called demanding to know what had become of a particular rock in Audubon Park where I used to perch him as a toddler. I’ve been preoccupied with our family burial plot in Metairie Cemetery, where we laid my mother to rest six summers ago...
Nicholas Lemann. In The Ruins

From The New Yorker Hurricane Katrina via bifurcated rivets

 
There by Ernesto at Never Neutral

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Comments: ruins

gracias for the shout-out! :)
As always, your blog is an awesome reading resource!
Posted by ernesto Priego at September 12, 2005 11:38 PM

cheers

& I love your "Cities" series, e.
Posted by boynton at September 13, 2005 12:51 AM

...thank you...

(again!)

e
Posted by ernesto Priego at September 14, 2005 04:30 PM

...thank you...

(again!)

e
Posted by ernesto Priego at September 14, 2005 04:30 PM

...thank you...

(again!)

e
Posted by ernesto Priego at September 14, 2005 04:30 PM

...well, I guess that was quite emphatic...
Posted by ernesto Priego at September 14, 2005 04:39 PM