"Melville's words fly out like sea spray and there is no saving him or his book. He knows it as he looks out on Mount Greylock, all serene and lush and green. He will fail as a writer and his failure will be this: his only audience will appear after he is dead. His life will turn inward, fame will not come to his home, his family will dissolve around him. He will struggle with life until the end of his life and when he dies people will be surprised because they assumed he had perished decades before."
From "Some Of The Dead Are Still Breathing" by Charles Bowden.
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