“It was always surprising to me how ferociously the public mourned a beautiful stranger – especially one from a famous family. Into that empty form they could unload the grief and regret of their own lives, be rid of it, feel lucky and light for a few days, comforted by the though, At least it wasn’t me.”

“It was always surprising to me how ferociously the public mourned a beautiful stranger – especially one from a famous family. Into that empty form they could unload the grief and regret of their own lives, be rid of it, feel lucky and light for a few days, comforted by the though, At least it wasn’t me.”

— Marisha Pessl