This moving story unfolds in a graveyard over the course of a single night. The Civil War is less than a year old--the fighting has just begun in earnest. President Lincoln's beloved eleven year old son, Willie, dies and is laid to rest in a Georgetown cemetery. From this, Saunders spins a story of love and loss using a panorama of voices (living and dead, historical and invented) asking us how we manage to live and love when everything we love must end? I don't think I've ever read anything quite like it. Beautiful, strange, elegiac, and quite astonishing (with exquisite writing), and yet at times I felt completely adrift. This book just has to be experienced.
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