![]() ![]() I am not going to say any more about this. The way in which his post-traumatic stress (although I did not know that term at the time) manifested itself was an anxiety so great that it seemed to produce sexual urges in him almost constantly. He never spoke of the war my mother must have told us that he fought in it, because I was aware of that fact growing up. Consider this distillation of fact and feeling from her affecting new novel, “Oh William!”: Strout works in the realm of everyday speech, conjuring repetitions, gaps and awkwardness with plain language and forthright diction, yet at the same time unleashing a tidal urgency that seems to come out of nowhere even as it operates in plain sight. ![]() One proof of Elizabeth Strout’s greatness is the sleight of hand with which she injects sneaky subterranean power into seemingly transparent prose. ![]()
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