High as the Waters Rise is so overwhelmingly sad.
It’s the story of a worker on an oil rig in the middle of the Atlantic whose partner (partner in work, but also his lover) gets swept out to sea. There is no grieving. He is sent off the rig at once, as if he has something infectious. So he retraces the steps he and his lover made, the hotels they stayed in, between gigs.
Waaah! Can anything be so unbearably lonely?
As he’s being ferried to shore, the man looks back at the rig, growing smaller in the distance.
He goes to Tangier, and
There was no one. The air hung in the whitewashed alleys, the room lay in twilight behind closed shutters, outside he heard people on scooters, smelled the cloud of exhaust, a bluish smoke, he didn’t move.— High as the Waters Rise, p. 30
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