A. Roolette? A. Roolette?

A Story

by Adam Prince
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Best story I've ever read on Narrative. Fantastic.

Wow. Just, wow.

Beautiful.

Excellent. I love the character descriptions, the humor, and the sadness--everything about it.

I'm usually disappointed by prize winning stories, but I must say I was impressed. I had a similar vibe the first time I read Franzen's The Corrections. An engaging read. An important story. The resounding rationale of realism.

Congratulations, Adam! Like Sean Hooks, I'm often disappointed by contest winners, but "A. Roolette? A. Roolette?" was great. First person plural worked really well in this.

Great choice! Such a strange and moving way of looking at a group's experience. The approach is oddly intimate--I feel as if every observation is murmured to me personally as the narrator notes it. I really enjoyed reading this piece and hope to find more from Prince in Narrative.

I am not far from my 50th reunion, Adam. I will now hold out hope for as marvelous a surprise as you gave me with your story!

This was fantastic. I truly enjoyed it.

I swear I went to school with these characters. I'll look for them at my 55th.

This story was so well told. The first-person perspective had the potential to be gimmicky, but as it turned out, the perspective was fully appropriate for both the story and the characters. You revealed some really wonderful characters. What a good read, Mr. Prince!

The collective "we" voice captures the voice of individuals as well as an entire generation. "A. Roolette? A. Roolette?" is deserving of recognition.

Top notch. Great control.

What great heart. And how does a such a young guy see so well into the minds of a flock of geezers? I was mightily impressed. Just terrific.

Excellent. Strung together well, with insight that should only come from one of us who fit the story. I'm the guy no one would likely remember who raced motorcycles, skydived, played football, and was still friends with all the groups because no one knew just how deeply lonely and lost I really was. A tiny Asian country was waiting to take many from our senior class, so our reunions will always be small. I missed my thirtieth reunion, but feel like I attended this one. Well done.

A wonderfully pleasant story that I will probably never forget.

I will only say, Well Done!