An old man with a white mustache, had some difficulty in getting into bed. The windows of the house in which he lived were high and he wanted to look at the trees when he awoke in the morning. A carpenter came to fix the bed so that it would be on a level with the window.
This town is filled with living people and persons who are no longer living who make their way into the thoughts of those who are feeling vulnerable.and the living struggle with their intrusiveness as if the thoughts were their own.Fascinating.
Not written to communicate anything
He’s just talking, not making sense, no purpose at all. A crap read. As an Ohio native I was like - ya! A book about an Ohio town, near where I grew up!
But no, it’s junk.