"Martin touched the pistol in his pocket and took a final look at the yellow rain of leaves, a sunburst of golden symmetry. On a day such as this, God rescued Isaac from his father's faith."That's from Billy Phelan's Greatest Game by William Kennedy, my current read. I read that line right before I headed off to dreamland last night. It stuck with me--I've been thinking about that story for a long time. Wrote my first paper on it in art school many years ago and have written others since. But never had I thought of reading it in the way Kennedy suggests. A novel interpretation from my perspective, one that plays with the relation between story and context. Or maybe not.
