The Foghorn Echoes


This initially started at a 3-star review for me, but I bumped it to 3.5 because I couldn’t quite identify what was missing. The writing was often quite beautiful, and the continuous reveals of more of the men’s backstories were intriguing. There was just something that felt lacking.

I noted a particular passage that I loved:

“Kalila tells me that we treat our memories as if they’re a clear vision of our past, but they never are. We paint our memories with our own guilt and shame. We enhance our roles in the misery of our past. We blame ourselves for things we could never change. We think of ourselves as the protagonists of our history, but we are merely background characters in the twists and turns of those with power.”

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