In those days we all drank too much, too heedlessly, as though there could be no consequences. In that awkward space of being no longer young yet not quite middle-aged, we all lived with the nagging fear that what little we had accomplished to that point might in fact be it, forever, for the rest of our lives. And so we drank, and laughed too hard, and made careless, undemanding love to each other’s wives and husbands. And for a time, at least, we pretended we were wiser than we were and assumed a happiness we would never truly know again.
Impressive story suggesting the special atmosphere characteristic for a generation.
A powerful, elegaic summing up of the literary generation of the 1950s, a Greenwich Village version of the ’40s “Best Years of Our Lives” and the ’70s “The Way We Were.”
Excellent story – sweeping and specific at the same time. Real, too.
So much truth in so few words. Good job.