I continue to enjoy Rachel Cusk’s work–a constant good amid chaos. I read Outline a few years ago and The Last Supper just this winter. Transit: A Novel makes sense of The Last Supper. Her observations on the human condition are unique and accurate. Her characters are honest, and sometimes they tell the truth.
Here are some lines I liked:
- “[S]he was too obviously based on a human type to be, herself, human” (3).
- “It was an interesting thought, that stability might be seen as the product of risk; it was perhaps when people tried to keep things the same that the process of decline began” (27).
- “[S]omeone who cared about him once wrote that it was impossible not to reject him, that the friend himself has rejected him, that something about him just made people do it” (138).
- “Fate, he said, is only truth in its natural state” (256).
- “I felt something change far beneath me, moving deep beneath the surface of things, like plates of the earth blindly moving in their black traces” (260).
I’ve felt these subtle moments, sometimes after years, and it’s such a relief.