...better to be content with ignorance, I've always thought, than be haunted by the truth.
The nasturtiums have it figured out, how survival's just a matter of filling in the gaps between sun up and sun down. [....] This is the way life's eaten away, expended by the onerous effort of living itself.
A book about a man's relationship with dog. Endearing, up to the point when one realises he'd asked about the dog killing rats as he'd stashed the corpse of his less-than-ideal dad who'd once abandoned him on the side of the road. He didn't kill his father; he simply chose not to lift a finger to help him as he choked on a sausage.