One of the best books I have recently read is All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony
Doerr, which was a best-seller last year. It is so well-written and thoughtful
that it was compelling despite an adventurously fragmented arrangement of short
chapters. A blind French girl and a young Nazi radio operator were both very
aware that the universe is full of photons that we must perceive with something
other than our eyes.
“Why bother to make music when the silence and wind are
so much larger?”
“...she hears the bones of dead whales stir five leagues
below, their marrow offering a century of food for cities of creatures who will
live their whole lives and never see a photon sent from the sun.”
“But God is only a white cold eye, a quarter-moon poised
above the smoke, blinking, blinking as the city is gradually pounded to dust.”
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