No Lions Anymore: Portraits of a Life

His life seemed to be a vast sprawl of decisions and desperation. As if he were an angler trying to flick his wrist for a special catch, as if the still pool held secrets which merely needed to be hauled to the surface, he cast his reel and waited for a jerking movement which showed he’d caught the right fish. He longed to place it on cool leaves in the bottom of a wicker basket, but the poster-perfect image he must have seen on a calendar faded and his hands remained merely wet.
If he’d onl...