Where is My Rose?

Intentionally, I omitted the part where Styron describes his decision of a December night, which no doubt is so arresting. But I should listen to “Alto Rhapsody” that helped bring him back to sanity. And Rose… Styron talks about an image of himself, age four and a half, “tagging through a market after my long-suffering wife; not an instant could I let out of my sight the endlessly patient soul who had become nanny, mommy, comforter, priestess, and, most important, confidante…” Here again, I see the need of a confidant or confidante. Where is my Rose?

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My intention is to reread the works by Maugham and Greene again while at the same time trying to proceed to the ones I haven’t touched yet.