Dead, broken men
At McNally Jackson the other day, a book synopsis caught my eye. The book itself escapes me; all I recall is the last sentence of the blurb, which filled me with a sudden sadness: “He died a broken man.”
Is it a person’s greatest fear to die broken? It has always been okay to be broken at some point; to expect to get through life unscathed is perhaps unrealistic. To be broken, again and again, but to emerge every time stronger - that is the narrative arc of a hero. But to reach life’s end not having dug oneself out of the latest trauma - I can think of few things worse than that.
It seems likes only men die broken. There are about 107,000 Google results for , and 3,000 for