This is not a book, not really, not quite, it’s something far less structured and far more ambitious. Occasionally maddening, persistently beautiful, very much the work of a young person, but in a way that makes you wish you were that specific kind of young. The prose is on the whole ageless, and stunning.
And Agee may fail in most of what he explicitly sets out to do—to avoid arrogance, to avoid disrespect, to avoid making art—but he’s so human, and honest, and earnest, I would forgive him all of that a thousand times over.
How were we caught? What, what is it has happened?
PS: Agee was also responsible for the screenplay adaptation of The Night of the Hunter, one of the finest and weirdest movies ever made....Continua