Your Love Alone Is Not Enough, Richard Froude

There are amazing folks everywhere in the hospital. One of them, a psych resident, gave me a copy of his “novel in ruins.” A pandemic proved to be right time to read it, because it is written in pandemic time: fragmented, intense, elegiac, and probing right down to the nub of things. We are living in Froude’s Years right now.


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