Classic sci-fi tension with unexpected warmth and humor.
Tight storytelling, strong character work, and a world I wanted more time in.
★★★★☆
Full review on the blog — www.wrightspoetry.com
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https://wrightspoetry.com/2026/02/24/after-the-fall-audiobook-review/
QUENTIN: But what will defend her? *He cries up to Holga*: That woman hopes!
*She stands unperturbed, resolute, aware of his pain and her own.*
Or is that—*struck, to the Listener*—exactly why she hopes, because she knows? What burning cities taught her and the death of love taught me: that we are very dangerous! *Staring, seeing his vision*:
[Life]: See Photos From the Day Arthur Miller Married Marilyn Monroe
https://www.life.com/lifestyle/arthur-miller-marilyn-monroe-wedding/
Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller 1956
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MAGGIE: [..] I would never bother you, Quentin. *He looks at his watch, as though beginning to calculate if there might not be time. Maggie, encouraged, glances at his watch.* Just make it like when you’re thirsty. And you drink and walk away, that’s all.
QUENTIN: But what about you?
MAGGIE: Well . . . I would have what I gave.
QUENTIN: You’re all love, aren’t you?
MAGGIE: That’s all I am! A person could die any minute, you know.”
“MAGGIE: And—what’s moral, again?
QUENTIN: To live the truth.
MAGGIE: That’s you!
QUENTIN: Not yet, dear; but I intend to try. ”
Excerpt From
After The Fall, 1964
The Penguin Arthur Miller Centennial, 1915-2015
Arthur Miller
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As I understand, 'Maggie' is based on Marilyn Monroe and Miller's attempt to reckon w his role in her/another's collapse.. interesting..
“QUENTIN: I am bewildered by the death of love. And my responsibility for it.”
Excerpt From
After The Fall, 1964
The Penguin Arthur Miller Centennial, 1915-2015
Arthur Miller
*The tower blazes into life, and he walks with his eyes upon it.*
'This is not some crazy aberration of human nature to me. I can easily see the perfectly normal contractors and their cigars, the carpenters, plumbers, sitting at their ease over lunch pails; I can see them laying the pipes to run the blood out of this mansion; good fathers, devoted sons, grateful that someone else will die, not they, ..
“HOLGA: Quentin, I think it’s a mistake to ever look for hope outside one’s self. One day the house smells of fresh bread, the next of smoke and blood. One day you faint because the gardener cut his finger off, within a week you’re climbing over the corpses of children bombed in a subway. What hope can there be if that is so?
"And, of course, despair can be a way of life; but you have to believe in it, pick it up, take it to heart, and move on again. Instead, I seem to be hung up. Slight pause. And the days and the months and now the years are draining away. A couple of weeks ago I suddenly became aware of a strange fact. With all this darkness, the truth is that every morning when I awake, I’m full of hope! ...
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