What is evil? Is it benign neglect, malicious intent? Some deeper, more incomprehensible darkness? Do we, as humans, possess a light strong enough to overcome such darkness? Where is God in all this? For us, against us? Here is a book that confronts our worst cruelties, without flinching, and demands answers to the great questions that plague our spirits. But Philip’s is a sure and steady hand, and his execution of that premise is extraordinary. In lesser hands, this could easily be an off-putting tale of exploitative violence. The set-up is pure horror: an unknown evil infests a group of young boys in an isolated orphanage in rural Pennsylvania. Read his blog and you’ll see: his struggles are every writer’s struggle, his dreams every writer’s dream, and his victories, yes, are every writer’s victory.īecause, let’s face it, we’re all of us richer for his work. Thousands of miles may separate us, but somehow, despite all the reasons it’s absurd to claim so, I think of Philip as kin. It’s hard to explain, how a couple of phone conversations or a story exchange can engender such a sense of another person: their talent, their work ethic, their ambition. Let me begin by saying this: I’ve never actually met Philip Fracassi, but I’ve known him forever.
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