![]() The ‘smash-up’ is not quite the climax of the story. For others, who do not find their enjoyment spoiled by revealing the story but have other reading interests, please read on. If you are the kind of person who does not want to know how a story ends then perhaps you can just take my recommendation to get acquainted with this book and leave the post here. “He’s looked that way ever since he had his smash-up and that’s twenty-four years ago come next February”. ![]() There was something bleak and unapproachable in his face, and he was so stiffened and grizzled that I took him for an old man and was surprised to hear he was not more that fifty-two. It was not so much his great height that marked him, for the “natives” were easily singled out by their lank longitude from the stockier foreign breed it was the careless powerful look he had, in spite of lameness checking every step like the jerk of a chain. ![]() Even then he was the most striking figure in Starkfield, though he was but a ruin of a man. It was there that, several years ago, I saw him for the first time and the sight pulled me up sharp. The ‘author’ is in the well-named Starkfield, a small town in Massachusetts. ![]() The story is set up by an unnamed narrator who is intrigued by what happened to Ethan Frome. ![]()
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