mine.
I noticed, though, when he came home for Christmas, that he was
reading a book called Les Misérables, and I decided that it must be the
kind of a book a college student reads. I bought my own copy, hoping it
would teach me about history or literature, but it didn’t. It couldn’t,
because I was unable to distinguish between the fictional story and the
factual backdrop. Napoleon felt no more real to me than Jean Valjean.
I had never heard of either.
- Asked fifteen years later, Dwain did not recall being there. But he is there, vividly, in my
memory.