Some matters you shouldn’t verbalize. I mean really, Bradley” – and here she raised her hand and caressed my cheek – “all this love business is just nature’s way of getting more babies into the world. The rest of it is just all this romance nonsense.” She struggled for the word. “The rest of it is just superstructure.
Not that I agree with the sentiment here, but this is a really, really strong paragraph in Charles Baxter’s The Feast of Love. The book, through stories narrated by different characters, paints a fragmented and wonderful … landscape of love (okay: heterosexual love.)
Thoughts?