By Richard Ford
As a sportswriter, Frank Bascombe makes his dwelling learning people--men, mostly--who dwell completely inside of themselves. it is a situation that Frank himself aspires to. yet at thirty-eight, he suffers from incurable dreaminess, occasional pounding of the guts, and the not-too-distant losses of a profession, a son, and a wedding. during the Easter week during which Ford's relocating novel transpires, Bascombe will prove wasting the remnants of his usual existence, although together with his spirits hovering.
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