The Narrow Road to the Deep North

A good book, Dorrigo Evans thought, leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.

I have no idea if this book forced me to reread my soul, but it forced me to take stock several times, often, take a deep breath and wonder why and how I had been emotionally smashed. This remarkable novel contains some of the most profound passages I have ever read about how mankind deals with love and death; add to that, the stealing of generations of their youth and identity, a comment on the Stolen Generations, an Australian travesty.

The plot is a blend of stories that author Richard Flanagan's father had told him of his time as an Australian prisoner of war on the Burma–Thailand Railway in WW2, along with a few other tales that Flanagan had heard over the years, his reading of the classics such as Ulysses and his admiration of haiku poetry.

My need to reread this magnificent book is compelling.
Several days after finishing it, I still think about it.

Days and months are travellers of eternity. So too the years that pass by.

https://www.abc.net.au/local/stories/2014/10/17/4109128.htm