David Plante's The Pure Lover: A memoir of Grief was an elegant small volume of remembrances of love past. I liked how strongly he recalled his love for his partner and how vividly he wrote about intimacies and small moments. I think the sum of a life together is really the small moments; that is when a couple creates a thing, a oneness. Over time these shared moments become a thing to cherish or a pain in the ass. It's nice to read about this couple who really did love each other, or at least that is how Plante remembers it. Either way, it's a nice read.
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