![]() ![]() The mourning dog wins her over as it did me with his gigantic paws and sorry eyes. The reader is a fly on the wall listening to the narrator addressing the dog, the dead man or simply the emptiness left behind by the suicide. ‘I am a cat person’ our narrator tells us – or more accurately – her dead friend, as she reluctantly takes responsibility of the dog. ![]() ![]() This is the plot of the otherwise plotless but strangely mesmerising The Friend by Sigrid Nunez, a story about love, loss and being an artist, which, had my flight not been over, I would have read in one sitting. No small ask as the writer lives in a tiny flat in a Manhattan building where dogs are prohibited. A few days later she’s asked to take over the care of his dog, an enormous Great Dane. A female English professor and writer loses her best friend and sometimes lover to suicide. ![]()
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