Winter Journal comes to an end. Satisfying or unsatisfying? It's a journal so naturally comes across as a bit self-indulgent. Backward looking - "A door has closed. Another door has opened. You have entered the winter of your life."
Was the content planned, therefore not a journal? One is left with that feeling, which takes the gloss off some great writing.
The lack of a sense of place - something he sees in his wife's family - the anecdote of asking kides if they wanted to change anything about Christmas and them saying no - why would you ask?
Unsettled beginnings - maybe they make for good writers... hard to say.
Is a journal meant to make sense - get the feeling that this one was meant to, but failed.
However, great writing. A conundrum
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