This list is the counterpart to the one at the beginning of Autumn, a catalog of the myriad ways Britons felt about the Brexit vote. Atrocities.” Winter begins with a bravura litany of all the things that are “dead,” which is essentially everything-God, chivalry, history, the welfare state, neoliberalism, hope, racism, TV, marriages, flowers, the earth itself. Dust-covered dead people by the sides of roads. She’s also been numbed to the greater suffering she knows is going on out there in the world: “Blood-soaked men running to hospitals or away from burning hospitals carry blood-covered children. Sophia is winter-not just late in her life, but impatient and “unpleasantly sharp” with opticians and bank personnel. Even in the darkest periods, tendrils of life still strive toward the light.
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