Released for the first time in trade paperback, this is the classic tale of four men caught in a primitive and violent test of manhood. The setting is the Georgia wilderness, where the state's most remote white-water river awaits. In the thundering froth of that river, in its echoing... read more
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Sliding is living antifriction. Or, no, sliding is living by antifriction. It is finding a modest thing you can do, and then greasing that thing. On both sides. It is grooving with comfort.”Highlighted by 45 Kindle customers
the promise of it that promised other things, another life, deliverance.Highlighted by 37 Kindle customers
What I thought about mainly was that I was in a place where none — or almost none — of my daily ways of living my life would work; there was no habit I could call on. Is this freedom? I wondered.Highlighted by 32 Kindle customers
“Here we go,” he said, “out of the sleep of mild people, into the wild rippling water.”Highlighted by 31 Kindle customers
I sleep at night. I have no worries. I am becoming myself, as inconsequential as that may be. I am not something some-body shoved off on me. I am what I choose to be, and I am it.”Highlighted by 30 Kindle customers
There’s nothing you do as vice-president of Emerson-Gentry that’s going to make any difference at all, when the water starts to foam up. Then, it’s not going to be what your title says you do, but what you end up doing. You know: doing.”Highlighted by 25 Kindle customers
“Lord, no,” I said, but it partly was, just as it’s any woman’s fault who represents normalcy.Highlighted by 24 Kindle customers
Something or other was being made good. I touched the knife hilt at my side, and remembered that all men were once boys, and that boys are always looking for ways to become men. Some of the ways are easy, too; all you have to do is be satisfied that it has happened.Highlighted by 23 Kindle customers
“That’s all anybody has got. It depends on how strong your fantasy is, and whether you really — really — in your own mind, fit into your own fantasy, whether you measure up to what you’ve fantasized. I don’t know what yours is, but I’ll bet you don’t come up to it.”Highlighted by 23 Kindle customers
Before I made a move, though, I sat for maybe twenty seconds, failing to feel my heart beat, though at that moment I wanted to. The feeling of the inconsequence of whatever I would do, of anything I would pick up or think about or turn to see was at that moment being set in the very bone marrow. How does one get through this? I asked myself. By doing something that is at hand to be done was the best answer I could give; that and not saying anything about the feeling to anyone. It was the old mortal, helpless, time-terrified human feeling, just the same.Highlighted by 18 Kindle customers
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Preceded by Lord of the Flies, and followed by A Dance to the Music of Time: First Movement.
Preceded by Schindler's List, and followed by Snow Falling on Cedars.
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